Well here it is. I’ve entered the critical countdown phase of things that are only important if I imagine them to be. With only four performances left before I head into a two month guitar and company building-a-th0n, I can feel the tensions in my mind shifting. I am so ready for a music break, but only because of the fight that occurs in my mind about the idea of what success is and what I’ve done or haven’t with it. It’s difficult living in an environment where your allies are also your enemies and the relationship is constantly interwoven forced into tertiary structure. The only thing linear is the pattern of globs.
I imagine that by the time June arrives, I will be over-ready to perform again; that is something I’m very much looking forward to. It will be so nice to have space to writer, record, and produce some new music in an open space. Yah! for that.
Something funny happens on the roads I drive on for tour. Many stretches of pavement are partitioned into expectant cycles of similar thought. Whether by considering, “oh, I remember this spot and this is what I was thinking…” or by a different soundboard that says, “this is your thinking about a certain thing and its solution spot…go!”
There is a stretch of road just before Reed Point (heading away from Billings) and after I cross the Yellowstone river [many of you will know this area] that I get the ideas for the videos which I am concerned with at the time. I have another similar spot just outside of Reno heading to Sacramento, but a different story should be appended for that. Well, I recently drove through this spot on my way back to Salt Lake, and was full of hope with the outcome I had come to expect. And, it happened. Almost immediately I was soaked in a vision. Man, after so many dry thinking months, I was glad of it. I’m not going to jump to detail because I like keeping these thing on the tight, but I am becoming consumed with the push to do this music video. Today, however, I must continue to be resigned to the computer workings and the shows left to play out on this short run. HotDogSandwich.
Once in a while, a project comes along that just seems too big to handle. That’s when we isolate the matter and pick one thing off at a time. Every time I sit down with the idea of ‘fixing’ my webpage I get a little short of breath and enter into ‘HULK HATE – SMASH’ mode.