i remember that once the european tour was over, when we had parted ways with the guys from "the assailant" and it was just jon, nat, and myself again, sitting in the food court of a german airport. during the course of the previous weeks i had many of the most rewarding musical experiences of my life. that says alot about the trip.
but sitting at that anonymous table, i came to the realization that i would never make a living from music. i'd been trying as long as i could remember, but i knew. i knew it was time to learn a trade. and that's what this is about, that cataclismic moment of inner dialouge where i conceded, by way of saying "uncle," the tipping point where you know with an icy certainty that your dreams will not come true.
then preceding to adapt by nessicity into another person. you take everything you're naturally good at, all your talents and honed skills, and you put all that in a box. over time, do things change? does the actor become the kitchen manager?
i don't garuntee any solutions or epiphinies.
of course, in between the journey of "i do everything i want" to "i do everything they want," there's scandal,(hot sex!) true love, travel, adventures, addictions, and a chincilla known as "sargent chin." i aim to please.
everything that happens here-in did truely happen, though certain names and times and places have been moved around to make an attempt to avoid any offense, keep my job, keep my friends jobs, but it's all real. it seems a bit self indulgent to claim that these stories are too insane, mundane, or generic to be either real, or interesting.
but they seems pretty incredible to me.
please feel free to comment, but keep it civil....death threats ought to be mailed, or at least emailed.
