First of all… I’m sorry. I know, I’ve been a bad bad blogger lately. I’ve let you down. I’ve failed you. You hate me. I should hang my head in shame. But, in my defense, I’d just like to offer, that this month has been stupid busy. I put out a new record, drove all over the southeast, took a trip to the emergency room (more on that later) and filled up nearly every waking minute of the day with some seemingly pointless task, in hopes of furthering, my already rockstar-like music career.
But, I’m back again. Yee Haw! Saddle up your unicorn and drink another pot of coffee, I know I am. You know, I think I might be beginning to go through a little postpartum depression now. Putting out a record on your own is weird undertaking. Maybe less like having a child, and more like tossing a coin into a deep well. You lean over and wait and wait for a sound. Or it’s like a message in a bottle. You don’t know who has found it, or how they reacted when they did. Or maybe it’s like having a baby in bottle and tossing it into a well. Hard to say really.
To be fair, I’ve gotten some wonderful messages from people who are enjoying “Blackbirds.” I’ve been touched by some of the responses, actually. I know I took some big chances on this album, and I’m glad to know that they were worth it for many of you. I’m really proud of this little record, and now I just hope it gets heard by as many people as possible.
If you haven’t heard “Blackbirds” yet, I hope you’ll go to itunes or CD Baby and take a listen to the clips. If you like it, I hope you’ll download it, or order a physical copy. If you already have it, and it speaks to you in any way, I hope you’ll tell a friend or two. You are this music’s best hope for getting out there. Thanks again for coming with me on this new path.
I love mangos,