the stories of a los angeles violinist

joe, the birthday boy

Added on by Jordan Martone.

today, my husband is 28!

and in respect of tradition, here are my yearly joe fun-facts:

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joe's favorite movie is casino royale. he could watch anytime, anywhere.

joe has a way with old ladies. they love him and are drawn to him like a moth to a flame. 

joe has a mallet case that he takes to his gigs that looks like a silver briefcase from men in black and it makes me giggle whenever he carries it while dressed in his suit. like he's gonna go fight aliens. heh heh. 

joe is a great people person. much better than me. he's a great buffer to bring to parties. put him in a room full of strangers and by the end of the night, he's friends with all of them, has a lunch date with one, and a business deal with another. 

joe has the most intense eyebrows on the planet. sometimes I remind him to ease his resting-face cuz he can unintentionally seem like he's frowning, angrily. 

joe is the fun, favorite parent to brando, while I'm the cuddly, nap-time parent. 

joe is only getting better with age.

joe is the love of my life. 

happy birthday, hunk.

sacramento + san francisco

Added on by Jordan Martone.

we just got back from a dreamy trip up north to visit family and celebrate joe's birthday early.

first, we stayed with our dear friends (also family) ryan, alissa & their baby girl brynlee. 

we have never properly visited them at their adorable home in sacramento, so it was long overdue. we got to spend time with brynlee (our goddaughter), got a tour of their favorite city, and played lots of catan. they took us to lowbrau in midtown where we had bratwurst and beers, got specialty coffee at temple, and played "ladybird" while visiting tower bridge.

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 ^ i played the white pieces. clearly, i lost this game.

^ i played the white pieces. clearly, i lost this game.

then we played tourist in san francisco. joe has never properly done san francisco, but I spent a lot of time there as a little girl. i was born in san jose, not far from SF, and my mom's family is all located in the bay and central CA areas. so, i grew up familiar with this city, but only from the perspective of a kid. 

we had ice cream at ghirardelli, toured the walt disney family museum, visited the barking seals at pier 39, ate dinner at a chinese restaurant whose claim to fame was that obama dined their once, we stumbled across the yoda fountain at lucasfilm, had drinks at a dive bar, and stayed in an old hotel in mid city. 

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 ^ these ladies were arrested for convincing wealthy men to buy them drinks?! this was hanging in the ladies' room at the bar.

^ these ladies were arrested for convincing wealthy men to buy them drinks?! this was hanging in the ladies' room at the bar.

one of the highlights of our trip was when we went wandering around chinatown and joe found a restaurant supply shop called "the wok shop". it was filled with all sorts of cooking utensils that joe found particular percussive value in. and the owner was fascinated by us, saying "hey, I don't judge! woks are for all walks of life, ya know!"

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 ^ we accidentally found lucasfilm when we stopped for breakfast at a starbucks and i realized that all the other people in line were wearing lucasfilm badges and star wars tees.

^ we accidentally found lucasfilm when we stopped for breakfast at a starbucks and i realized that all the other people in line were wearing lucasfilm badges and star wars tees.

we left with happy hearts and refreshed minds. boy, vacations are wonderful, aren't they?!

the lows and the highs

Added on by Jordan Martone.

i'm going to be perfectly honest here. january sucked. 

half of february sucked.

i was dealing with some kind of seasonal depression... at least i think it's seasonal depression... not the kind that has to do with missing the summer sun, the kind that's has to do with a lull in work...

i relate it to being an actor in a play or musical. you get on a high while you're in the midst of the show's run. you love interacting with your new tight-knit family that you see every day, you love playing your character on stage, you love the challenges and the affirmation of the theatre. but then the show ends and it's like a brutal slap in the face. your schedule changes, your friends move on to new projects, and your constant adrenaline high bottoms out. 

this type of depression is less abrupt, more creeping. you get off of a gig, maybe it's a few studio dates, recording for a film. and then you realize, the steady stream of work you've been having for the past few months has ended. the pit musicals are over. the concert gigs have finished. nothing is on the calendar. you wait for the phone to ring again. you're optimistic, the phone has been constantly ringing for months, you don't expect it to stop. but then it does. and you slowly start to doubt yourself. you wonder if you screwed up on the last gig. you wonder if they've found someone better. there's always someone better, what makes you unique? why should you expect to get the call? 

that was my january. and half of february. 

then february came and so did the calls. and then i looked back on my "season" and thought, "how silly am i?" all the self doubt is suddenly gone, or at least shoved around the corner. and i'm back on the adrenaline train for a while. it's a really abusive relationship, being an artist, a freelancer. you can hustle as much as possible but sometimes the times are low. 

remember the high times because the low times are rough...

and remember that the high times are much better. 

much better.

 

now that i got that off my chest 

 

i had an amazing week. and i can only talk about it in obnoxiously vague terms... sorry. joe and i had a great meeting with a few composers that left feeling incredibly inspired about making beautiful music with live musicians, not synthetic sounds. "no more plastic trees." only real gardens. 2018 is going to be a good year for martone music.

this has been a post about the lows. life isn’t all highs or highlight reels, it’s all over the place. remind yourself that the lows are a part of life too and don’t be ashamed.   

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