Getting ready to settle into booking a new tour is uncomfortable at best. It’s surprising enough that the hairs on my head are anything but gray. This next tour will be similar to one I’ve done a few times, but this comes before a big shift in tour destination. I’m considering a rather large walk this next summer. Roughly 3,400 miles of large. I have a goal as part of my musical fulfillment plan to finish up my years of touring in my hotdog bus. It, however, is in desperate shape, but it was fortunate enough to find me. Wait for me really. I’ll leave more hotdog bus information for your digestion on www.myhotdogbus.com later when things are in a more progressive state. Until this time, I will be touring, building, thinking, and continuing my journey as an experimentatian - the only thing for which I consider being defined as. Here’s looking forward to 2014, the arrival of the hotdogbus – both tangible and in concept, and to fulfillment more than success. That’s all I got. Don’t be a hotdog head.
Nothing like a pod, or rafter, of turkeys zooming around the country. At this stage, they are anything but flightless – even without their feathers and a belly full of bread crumbs. Here it is – down down down with the food. Roll me calmly off my chair, over the mounds of jackets, and up onto the couch. Or not. Let us not forget that today is as good a day as any to remember those things that would otherwise make us crazy – it is a good day. Happy Thanksgiving Day Earth Herd!
Man, that was a rough go. I haven’t been quite so challenged in what seems like forever. It’s the universe saying, “If your not growing, then you are quite the opposite.” So, the music page and some of the other pages are back up…finally. Please be patient for the rest of the pages; I will keep working on them, but I need a shift for a spell. Not sure who remembers, but I just gave my last tour guitar away. That means, I have just less than two weeks to have my next one done. I have at least started working on it. I’m going to call it June’Pear. I have the feeling, I always get this way, that it is going to be another very unique instrument. Love it! That’s all I have for now.
Too many days have passed away without a much needed break. Progress is certain, but three weeks home from tour, and not yet a day closer to working on my next tour, I am simply overcome with frustration. AAAAAARGHHHH! It is such a struggle to have to live 3-6 months in the future even on days that have steady flow. Sometimes, I could just throw darts at people. I resisted the changes that needed to happen with my website for a long period of time because I was quite aware of the consequence. I’d have to learn something I didn’t want to learn! Add that cracker to my lunch. Code makes me sick. It lacks sunlight, movement, and connection. I must escape soon! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! At this point many people will tell me…”why don’t you just take a break?” I can take a break from the work I want to do, but not the work I must do to do the work I want to do. Alright. I think I’m feeling a little better. Maybe I can squeeze out a couple more pages and bomb out for a couple days into the land of getting crap done. Crap that is stacked like a mountain of unsightly odoriferous laundry in the wake of a perpetually broken machine. Plow, man!
Nothing like a nice quiet night. Kids all go to bed without argument. Wonderful glass of wine. php code isn’t making me crazy. And not how it really is kicks in. Boom! This reality of 3 lost weeks becomes unsettling. Maintaining direction is the only thing clinging on, and desperately so. See, when one piece falls into a state of disrepair and there is no one there to pick up the shlump, then the other pieces begin to become neglected. A one man band can be counted in a rough state the moment he discovers he has an itch and must be of quality character to scratch with rhythm. I only wish I was of such character. When the guy spinning plates on poles leaves to go to the bathroom, it doesn’t take long for the madness to begin. What does this have to do with music? That’s the only thing I haven’t been doing; that’s what it has to do with music. See you on the bus.
Well, today is the day after yesterday, but better than that it is also the day before tomoly. I’ve been is a state of utter contemplative madness. More simply put, my hither and thither machine is out of order. Maybe that’s not more simply put at all. I’m fired. Fired up. Or not. It’s time to start chugging away at the next tour, next guitars, next hotdogbus. What? Hotdogbus. So, I bought this really old – I mean old like dirt – Ford Econoline van. 1961, and full of metal termites – that’s rust for any clunkerheads out there. Everything I’ve worked on as an artist, musician, luthier, experimentitian (a cool concept word I think I made up that addresses my state of being) or whatever the crap it is I’m working on is being put into the hotdog concept. There is a little of everything in there. In here. Over the coarse of the next couple years, I’m going to display the motions of being an independent whatever I am as the process of restoring this van – soon to be bus. I’m also hoping to finish up my years of touring in it. There are several more details, but some things are as slow as I am. Especially the things that I’m backing. Cheers.