After a few days away from the blog, I learned something about myself: having to writing a blog every day stresses me out. Not that that’s a good enough reason not to blog. Lots of things stress me out and I just deal with them. Holidays stress me out. Running out of wine stresses me out. Girls stress me out… And so do people who can’t put a trash bag back in the empty can, when they take out the trash. I mean, come on! (Maybe that’s not so much stress as an annoyance, but I wanted to throw that in there.)
Also making a solo CD is totally stressing me out.
Making a record has to be one of the strangest things a person can do. Right behind shaving off your own eyebrows and eating cow patties, or voting for the Tea Party. You write a bunch of songs. Play them for two years or something. Record several instruments individually and use a computer to put them all in the same “room” together. Then you obsess about every little frequency contained in a series of ones and zeros, living intangibly on your hard drive. By the time you’re done, you’re lucky if you remember what a guitar is at all.
As I get closer to setting this little monster loose in world, I feel more and more like an insane person, pacing around my house, muttering to myself about mid-range frequencies, and how the CIA might be monitoring me through a video implant in my dog’s nose.
It’s time like these, that I question the wisdom of pursuing a career in music, and turn my thoughts to other jobs that might better fit my qualifications and dispositions, like a hair boiler or a snake milker (real jobs, look ‘em up).
So, this is the blog today. Isn’t it amazing. I’ve been procrastinating writing a new blog for a few days. But now I’ve got so much other stuff to do, that writing this blog is actually helping me procrastinate on doing that stuff. So it works out.