Well, the arrival of the new CD (Happy Joe, Big Mouth) has been pushed back a bit. It all has to do with money, or a lack of it. But it will happen soon, because I won’t let a minor thing like financial disaster get in the way of making those records and getting them shipped and putting them under the bed to gather dust.
I’m just kidding. I usually put them in the basement.
In other news, I still haven’t seen Avatar. Yes, I’m the one person. Actually, Jill hasn’t seen it either, so there are two of us. But we’ll check it out soon.
Every musician must face a great crisis. Namely, now that the record is completed, what do I do with it?
We spend all that time focusing on getting it finished. And then? Then we put those boxes of CDs under the bed and lie about how many we’ve sold.
Some people lie more than others. Some people increase the amount of their lie three times within the course of one evening.
Of course, some of us send them out to hordes of two-watt radio stations. Because it’s a good way to get rid of the damn things.
Some of us give them away to people who don’t listen to them. But it feels good to think someone might be listening. Just don’t ask anyone how they liked any particular track.
Some of us wonder why we bother with any of it. And then we do it all again.