1.0Amber Bird | Bloghttps://www.amberbird.com/blogamberhttps://www.amberbird.com/blog/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="ctSILIcmuh"><a href="https://www.amberbird.com/blog/2013/02/11/crazy-for-you/">Crazy for You</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.amberbird.com/blog/2013/02/11/crazy-for-you/embed/#?secret=ctSILIcmuh" width="600" height="338" title="“Crazy for You” — Amber Bird | Blog" data-secret="ctSILIcmuh" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.amberbird.com/blog/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> It turns out, I go a bit crazy sometimes. Shocking…I know. Right now, I’m thinking about the kind of crazy I go when it’s been too long since I’ve played a show.   I go to see other people play shows and I have this envy that creeps up the back of my legs. I dance to other people’s music and wish it were mine. I want to be on the other side of the mics and set lists. I want to be the one sharing things that would be considered inappropriate to share publicly if they weren’t in lyrics. (Though maybe our social media-saturated lives have removed all those barriers…) I want to be the one that maybe, just maybe, is making people Feel and making them want to dance. And practising with the band won’t scratch the itch. And loudly singing along with any music I know, in the living room or the car or the club, won’t scratch the itch. And karaoke just won’t scratch the itch. Oh, it’s a partial scratching. You get up and you sing and people cheer. But it’s like scratching right by the itch…An itch I can’t quite reach that way. Life […]http://www.amberbird.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/IMG_0082_sm.jpg