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Tuesday, November 4, 2008
11.3.08
today was a much better day. i got a full hour long massage - much needed.
chris stuart as asked me to help him with some radio promo stuff. today i finished compiling all our various radio contact lists into one huge excel document. oh, the fun. and i also got the cds and one-sheets he sent today as well. will be working on those the next couple of days.
pappy has eaten his dinner and seems back to his normal self finally.
tomorrow is election day. zak and i will probably meet darren (darren smith, prolly best songwriter in all of seattle, including me - way jealous!) and cj (whose wedding we attended this weekend) at conor byrne's for a couple drinks and to watch election coverage on the tv there. i am mailing in my ballot tomorrow. fingers crossed ... and more fingers hoping it's more than just the best of this particular litter ....
have news that a review of the new cd is coming in utne reader in jan/feb issue. good news, the first non-music-focused publication my work has been in.
and a new review in today, pointing out that refuge have two major spelling errors on it: bobbIE gentry and billIE joe. i'd spelled them both with "y"s. shit. well, can't cover every base i guess... that's a 300 dollar error to get corrected, if i do ...
have been writing little bits of songs all week. have one complete for the songwriter date - which was supposed to have been today but has been rescheduled for friday. the new song is called You'll Do and i don't actually like it but it was a good exercise that megan had challenged me to. got my wheels spinning for sure, which is the real goal anyway.
all for now. one more smoke and i'm off to bed. quitting smoking tomorrow. again. it's just a god awful habit!
xo,
r
11.2.08
good show last night and great turnout. sold out of the cds i'd brought though the audience was loud. post-halloween candy highs and hangovers. but good to see some old friends there in b'ham where i went to school. so many places i knew well now closed. things change.
what if could change yourself back into someone you used to be? inhabit those shoes, be that ghost? or someone you want to be? imagine yourself a different future than the one that is coming ...
been difficult, this coming off tour and struggling through the mess of what life you left behind. boxes and moving and business left to decay.
i have two months now set aside for writing and songwriting. 90,ooo words on a memoir i began in '04 that call to me like a neglected lover, begging to be finished off. and songs for the new record yet to be written.
have scheduled a weekly songwriting meeting with holly o'reilly and megan peters, two veteran songwriters whose work differs from mine. but we challenge each other to bring a brand new song each week, which is good to get things flowing, and to force oneself to be open to input and positive criticism.
sometimes i feel certain i have nothing left to say. nothing of value or importance or consequence.
have not yet typed up the copious journaling i did while on tour. i'd promised folks i would but ... now it seems a huge task and i have so much other writing i want to do ...
election in two days now. have been stridently anti-political since my heart was broken with the start of the war. i worked at a school then, and once the war began, each morning we lit a candle that burned throughout the day.
is it still burning?
i am all out of sorts today anyway. a very late night last night, has thrown me out for a spin. hoping a good night's sleep tonight will help.
today i think about how many lives i have lived. how many men i have loved and how many causes were so critical. how many jobs. how many overs. how many songs. how many left?
today is a day when prayer is forced. forced hope.
my dog pappy is not feeling well, and it has been my great joy to snuggle him close and to call him my baby, and tell him everything is going to be ok.
i wish god would do that more often ...
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