One of the hardest things I grapple with when dealing with them Books of Blues is the fine line between moving forward & holding on. How can one go down the rabbit hole when they’re still holding on? Where was the line? Was there a line? Can you do both? Or is it an Either / [...]
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I spent the last few days summarizing the emotional crashes in my life. I talked about the one that happened when my work project hit. Then I went on to point out other crashes: the one when the pirate ship left me, the one when the girl I thought was going to be The Girl [...]
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On two occasions I crashed harder than the great crash of September 2003. The second one was a year before in September 2002. It started on the 23rd. A Monday. I went to get up and go to school and I couldn’t get out of bed. And then I couldn’t get out of bed on [...]
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Last time I had a real hard emotional crash was in September 2003. It was the one my pirate friend helped me through. The moment it started I had to Tears-of-a-Clown it to the few hundred gamblers who were racing up to my footsteps so me and my co-workers could take care of their cars [...]
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I had a crisis of faith when the Google Panda 2.2 disaster hit my project. But it’s not my first Googley-Woogley issue I’ve dealt with. I do this for a living. The fact that everyone in the industry is going through uncharted waters together for the first time in years helps. Now I’m waiting on [...]
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In the wake of yesterday’s Pandified disaster, I shivered and shook so much my cell phone was taken away from so I wouldn’t keep checking stats. I agreed under the premise that it was checked frequent in case family or friends call. It Just Dinged, Again. Another Shout Out Goes to Allyn Hane of Blogger [...]
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Writing is paradoxical. Great big universe of endless possibilities with the only limitation being one’s own imagination, and you have to be confined to a chair and write it all down on a little black box. Coupled with the overwhelming fear of not knowing how the project’s going to turn out or how it will [...]
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Once upon a time, I worked to play guitar with the thoughts that I’d play guitar for work – well, I’d write about playing guitar for work. I played with friends that I stumbled upon along the way. Some kept with it; some went away. And then a funny thing happened: I went away.
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My Lawyer and I crashed out a friend’s house on the lake last Friday evening. We woke up with the sun and headed back to his cabin to complete the nap. Futons and couches called us like Sirens…That’s when the agony began.
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Ever since oldold man Finn woke up sick after our gulf-to-ocean-and-back road trip, I’ve been consumed by the question: “Legacy or Longevity?” In a couple hours, I’m going to go back into Book of Blues. I’m finally in uncharted territories. I know where’s it’s going. I know how it’s gonna end. But I don’t know [...]
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On my last year’s pilgrimage to Ft. Myers, Margaritaville, I blogged every day about the adventure. This year I decided to keep the memories to myself. On my last year’s pilgrimage to Ft. Myers, Margaritaville, I walked everyday listening to concerts I downloaded from Archive.org. This year, I listen to two songs over and over [...]
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(I’m working towards this scene, but forgetting to rest as I go) I woke up, got prepared for a meeting in New Buffalo, MI, and called to confirm. They answered, said it would be better if I backed it up a day, and I was none more thankful. Now I’m backing up my trip to [...]
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(“Never Been to Spain” by Three Dog Night. Video by?????) Talk of Aaron’s Sorkin’s SportsNight at work lead to a talk to about how Season 1, Episode 19, Eli’s Coming, featured not one but two Three Dog Night songs. Yes, very good. The other being Never Been to Spain. Never have quited figured out the point [...]
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Somewhere last night between the rain-soaked moments while slipping out to the saloon’s side patio in the brick alley between rounds so MaxPower could sneak a smoke, a conversation awoke. After we purged ourselves of professional anxiety, we helped each other repel down to those visions of dreams fulfilled. I talked about Book of Blues; [...]
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