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The life of a non-starving, non-famous artist.

…is such a lackluster thing. Working for nearly minimum wage, writing music when ever possible, or inspired, rarely though do those things coincide…. but then I’m not starting from the beginning am I?

I suppose to start from the very beginning would be fruitless and you’d lose interest somewhere along the way, while I ramble on and on about the happenings of my 11th and 12th years of existence here on this plane. So I’ll take a page from George Lucas and start talking when the talking gets good, and maybe if you’re interested, I’ll tell you the prequel later.

His name was Jake, and one day there he was sitting next to me in my homeroom class at Burr Road here in podunk no-fucking-where. I introduced myself to him, and we became friends slowly through the course of that year. I had no idea that he played bass guitar, or that his dad would end up playing bass in a cover band that gigged in our area regularly, I just knew that he seemed cool, and that we became good friends. He introduced me to Metallica, and Hed P.E., as well as a few other great bands that I had not, until then, heard of. I was enthralled. I already knew the piano, and I wanted to learn how to play Metal.

Long story made short; he was an apprentice bassist, and I learned along with him for a year or so until I broke loose from that mold and bought my first electric guitar. I played along with C.D.’s by ear and soon was playing the Offspring, Metallica, and several other bands’ music decently. Fast forward nearly 15 years and here I am. I’ve been in one successful band, ‘the 7cc’s’, and I’ve been playing music with artists from my area for what seems to be forever. I finally have a real band now…. which for me has never really happened before with the exception of the 7cc’s (which was a Christian band that played weekly for youth group at this place here in town… so you know…) Anyhow that’s the synopsis of my long road to where I am…. it’s of course in highly condensed form, and once again, maybe if you’re lucky I’ll bore you with more details later. Now to the business at hand.

I have at my disposal, a very talented drummer, very talented bassist, and a vocalist with quite a set of pipes. We’ve been dealing with conflicts in each of our schedules now for too damned long, and we haven’t found the time to get into the recording studio. This is pissing me off….. highly…. Why? Well aside from the obvious, we made an agreement that we wouldn’t be playing any more shows until

1) we had more music written.

2) we had the music we have now recorded.

So. I get a call yesterday from my vocalist. “Lets play a show this weekend…. if we do, we’ll get to play a show NEXT weekend and open up for Flaw.

Great. Why me? Why now? We’ve not gotten anything accomplished due to the vocals inability to travel out to where we practice, thusly negating any chance to write, and due to the fact that there’s nothing recorded. So it’s on my shoulders to make the call. I should have said no. He, being a sly-assed motherfucker got in touch with the other two members of the band before me, and got them on board before talking to me. Prudent seeing as how I have the final say in such things. Make me out to be the bad guy if I say no…

…to be continued.