Something has come to me that is accompanied by a bad smell! I am gambling with more than cards and dice. I am gambling with something I cannot touch, or see in terms of reality. What have I done?...what would it be like to shelve this quixotic quest to try to make a difference in the world through my music?
As the possibility that no one really cares enough about my artistic output, my person or seeing me parade around a stage I've always wanted to play with a great band that includes my own son courses through my veins leaving my name and credit score in deeper debt that I have no means to dig myself out of, here I stand again at a crossroads where I could pick up my scarce ownership of toys and run to a tunnel where neither my creditors, the IRS, my ex or anyone else I may owe some amount of money to will try to find me...ugh! Sometimes I think it's too bad I didn't develop software or learn to handle other people's money...I did stock shelves on the graveyard shift for many years and by day continue what truly moved my heart: make music!
Then, of course, true to nature I think of who I can call, email or text. Who might be interested in coming to a spectacle of musicians that believe in their destiny as I do? Though not as big a spectacle as major television networks present to multitudes in the form of men and women half my age who have dreamed their 'whole life' to live a dream. If I could coax one small section of baseball fans at AT&T Park to come to The Great American Music Hall I will let them know that just by attending EVERYONE WINS! Fancy that!!
Is the ridiculous churning of my stomach caused by questioning my hope in and expectations of those who have patted me on the back and cheered me on my way to fighting windmills which represent the 'olden days', when music and the musicians really mattered to those back-patters who 'really felt' the magic they would rather keep spinning in their memories than make new ones they still have the opportunity to create? The 70's are dead! Long live the 70's!!
Something good has to come of all of this. Something that might give me an island to stand on...I didn't say 'rest on'...but of course that would be nice too! There have to be 60 people that will still believe in the magic created when a large room of people cheer a stage full of highly skilled musicians on to greater heights than 'said' musicians would scale if playing to an empty hall! Neil Young playing 3 sold out nights in Oakland vs. Unknown knights donning guitars, etc. in SF, for a fraction of the price for the Neil tickets, says something for coming up in the 'olden days'... I didn't play Woodstock, I was inspired by Woodstock, especially how the music brought people together. Conservatism is the moss of baby-boomers! "I remember when..." is something that used to make one's eyes roll up into the back of your head as soon as the words rolled off of grandpa's tongue.
I ask for a chance to capture a bit of your imagination. To show you why I believe you will believe in The Fabulous Funkyband...before I flame out and come to my senses! Come to The Great American Music Hall in San Francisco, Friday, July 9th with some friends you bought tickets from ME for at only $15 a pop! If you carpool the parking fees are cheaper and the music once again brings people together! Yay!
This performance, 14 days from now, is NOT a MONSTER to slay! It will be a night of fun, music and a reason for me to keep my toys out to share with you until my final days...I hope!
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