Piano, Pageants & Politics


Of all the Italian cities in my itinerary, I think I was most PUMPED for Napoli aka Naples. The Musto clan actually has it's roots in Naples; derived from the Latin term mustus which means fermenting wine, Musto was a nickname for someone who made wine. In the winemaking process, must is the freshly crushed fruit juice still containing the skins, seeds and stems and new wine, once it has already been boiled and put in flasks, is regionally known in Naples as musto cotto. (When people ask me what my last name means in Italian, I like to summarize with "mus...


Ahh, Barcelona! I really wish I had been able to explore this city longer than an afternoon and relive the 2006 Cheetah Girls sequel. It was so beautiful. It was so charming. It was so Raven.

Plaça Reial: it wouldn't be Spain without a little coffee and photo opp in the plaza.

...and donuts. Because, why not?

Something interesting I noticed throughout Spain (and particularly in Barcelona) was a lack of Spanish flags, especially in comparison to the visibility of the stars and stripes back in the States. The few Spanish flags I did see were almost always acco...


Here's a first: January has been off to a great start.

Most Januarys, I find myself bummed out about the weather, slow at work and struggling to climb out of a health and fitness rut. Not this year. It's not what happened. It's what's happening. I have SO MANY exciting new ventures, new music and new shows in the fire and I can't wait to share everything I'm working on. Preceding two productive weeks in the studio, I dodged the bomb cyclone and escaped to sunny and warmer Miami.  Although I didn't return to Boston with the tan I wanted, I did have the opp...


Two things recently happened that made me feel incredibly old; I attended the wedding of a highschool friend and I stopped getting carded at bars. Am I complaining about being old in my early twenties? Not quite. However, these occurrences were a friendly reminder that time is not stopping (or even slowing down) for me. Or anyone else, for that matter. I’m not in college anymore. “Someday” is becoming less and less of a valid excuse. If not now, when? If not me, who?

It is also startling that we are already in September. The majority of 2017 has passed and...

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