changeng (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} changeng) wrote,@ 2007-03-04 12:23:00 |
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Only new happy news is I found out that I'm in the Smithsonian Institiution - no lie. I played on a track by Lisa Nemzo some years ago (hurdy gurdy) that was picked for a Smithsonian compilation of new folk music for the 90's. Pretty crazy, eh?
Otherwise, nothing much going on - except that I'm working 8 - 12 hours a day sending emails, phone calling and occasionally sending packages to about 900 different ad agencies, reps, music houses. music libraries, etc. Slow progress, and it's crazy-making, however you have to believe in what you're doing at all times, so I trudge forward. Sure, I have moments where I'm in tears wondering about bills, progress in general, etc. however without steadfast conviction in what you do, you simply won't achieve anything substantial. How does rent get paid? dunno yet. car insurance? back of the line, pal.
Aycheewawa - D.E.D. broke. Sold my mandolin yesterday just so I could fill my car with gas and spend the evening with Kelly in Cypress. A very nice date night, where I blew my money on a pricey tho delicious meal for two in Huntington Beach (Sparks? i think was the name) Kelly is having a very hard time of things herself and getting together was wonderful for both of us. I don't quite know if we're a couple or not, tho last night was definitely a date and somewhat romantic. Of course, after the first month where we're telling everyone we've found our soulmate, a standard dinner date with the lightest of frivolity afterwards seems kinda "huh?!?" , I have to respect her decision to retreat emotionally for now while she figures her life out - she says this is the darkest time of her life. I can only be there as much as she wishes, even if she has older, close friends that she's keeping in better touch with right now. It hurts to pull back, it sucks and I don't care about that mandolin (barely used it anyway) it was wonderful to release eachother from our stupid money troubles for one evening. Seriously, tears-in-the-eyes good feeling to take a vacation of money stress. It was like waking up after a bad dream, even tho you knew you'd have to go to sleep again.
Dammit, I'm supposed to be wealthy at all times. And I will be again.
Only new happy news is I found out that I'm in the Smithsonian Institiution - no lie. I played on a track by Lisa Nemzo some years ago (hurdy gurdy) that was picked for a Smithsonian compilation of new folk music for the 90's. Pretty crazy, eh?
Otherwise, nothing much going on - except that I'm working 8 - 12 hours a day sending emails, phone calling and occasionally sending packages to about 900 different ad agencies, reps, music houses. music libraries, etc. Slow progress, and it's crazy-making, however you have to believe in what you're doing at all times, so I trudge forward. Sure, I have moments where I'm in tears wondering about bills, progress in general, etc. however without steadfast conviction in what you do, you simply won't achieve anything substantial. How does rent get paid? dunno yet. car insurance? back of the line, pal.
Aycheewawa - D.E.D. broke. Sold my mandolin yesterday just so I could fill my car with gas and spend the evening with Kelly in Cypress. A very nice date night, where I blew my money on a pricey tho delicious meal for two in Huntington Beach (Sparks? i think was the name) Kelly is having a very hard time of things herself and getting together was wonderful for both of us. I don't quite know if we're a couple or not, tho last night was definitely a date and somewhat romantic. Of course, after the first month where we're telling everyone we've found our soulmate, a standard dinner date with the lightest of frivolity afterwards seems kinda "huh?!?" , I have to respect her decision to retreat emotionally for now while she figures her life out - she says this is the darkest time of her life. I can only be there as much as she wishes, even if she has older, close friends that she's keeping in better touch with right now. It hurts to pull back, it sucks and I don't care about that mandolin (barely used it anyway) it was wonderful to release eachother from our stupid money troubles for one evening. Seriously, tears-in-the-eyes good feeling to take a vacation of money stress. It was like waking up after a bad dream, even tho you knew you'd have to go to sleep again.
Dammit, I'm supposed to be wealthy at all times. And I will be again.
