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Kitchen of Everything
No, this will not be another extended piece about the renovation. Suffice it, the valves are now in and now work.  Things will happen tomorrow. Nuff said.

Rather, I was pleased to be accompanied, on my drive home from an otherwise mostly-useless Rochester trip, by a World Cafe interview from 2010 with Sara Bareilles.  Her second album had just come out, and she was riding the accolades for the first one from 2007.  You can link to the piece here, but some of the tidbits from it were pretty awesome. Including:

* She's been writing songs since she was about six. She tried to improvise one of them- lots of words rhyme with "star," she said, including, especially, "star."

* Despite being rather insecure about her writing and performing, music is the comfort zone that overcomes that when she's in it and playing.

* Billy Joel and Elton John were among her early influences; she's also mostly self-taught as a pianist.

* Although she never said it, David settled a long-running question here: her last name is pronouned Anglo-y and not rhymes-with-ballet.

* "Love Song," her first hit, was written at least in part out of frustration about her producers not liking stuff she'd turned in previously. Listen to it again with that knowledge, and it rings even truer; nobody had any idea it would become the hit it did.

* "King of Anything," then just released, had both an uptempo and in-your-face quality absent from many of her earlier songs; when she tosses in the coda-like line "Let me hold your crown, babe" at the end, she flipped off the camera on the official video, but they cut that out.

Most touching of all, though, was her talking about her first major award- it was not a Grammy (her first nomination came at the end of the year she was interviewed) but an Emmy for a performance of one of her songs, "Gravity," as it was interpreted by a couple on the reality show So You Think You Can Dance. While she vaguely knew it would be on the show (she had to approve the licensing), she cried at the dancer's interpretation of the piece- and the way they changed it.  Written as a song about personal heartbreak, the dancers turned it into a story about addiction. My minutes watching reality shows, ever, probably measure in the single digits, but those just about doubled when I got home and had to watch them doing this:

Her concert near here last summer was one of the worst nights of our lives, for reasons having nothing to do with her performance. Hearing her words, and several of her live-to-air songs, more than redeemed that night for me.
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