I wrote that a few days ago, in a fit of blind optimism, before I actually realized that this cold was gonna whip me like a bitch and call me names :-/
3-days later: I have survived this pestilent plague, through the liberal use of jalapenos, Hulu, garlic, Gatorade, Vapo-Rub, Bengal Spice Tea, cheap cold medicine, - and banjo rolls. That's right - banjo rolls. Ya can't have just one.
My near brush with death (as near as I wanna get until I get hit by lightning and a SCUD missile simultaneously at 104 ) - has seriously encroached on a time frame that's a little on the short side to begin with.Convalescence and reflection have brought with them a looming sense of panic.
There's a lot going on in the next couple of months - So much I don't know where to begin.- and that's the problem. I'm a bit overwhelmed. I've about chewed a hole in my bathrobe sleeve over this.
In my defense - I'm generally pretty good under pressure - but not so great on cold medication or sativas. Shiny stuff distracts me.
Here's my to-do list:
- Publish "The Trailer Park Diaries / 50 Shades of Corrugated Aluminum" as a daily blog - perhaps solicit advertisers and continue to steadily grow a readership
- Promote a heavy web presence on social-media. Respond and interact with a daily increasing number of friends and new fans from the sortarican.com , Facebook, Reverbnation.com, YouTube, and Google.
- Finish recording all unfinished parts on the new CD
- Move the 5th Wheel ( I call her my "Sorta-Rican Shangri-La" - "My Hillbilly House of Happy")
- Mix The New CD
- Start a Kickstarter or Indiegogo campaign to raise money for mastering, licensing, and producing the New CD
- Get CD Manufactured
- New timing belt/ water pump for the KIA
- Learn new songs, record new songs, and book gigs for new project w/ Alycia Vince
- Stir things up again nationally with SoldierSongs / Develop lesson channel on YouTube
- Go play in Fayetteville AR, Corinth MS, and Nashville TN in April - book more tour dates in the South
- Book and Play a heavy summer schedule Colorado/ Wyo/ Utah/ Nebraska/ Montana/ Idaho/ Oregon - including dates with Miss Emily and some really fun festival dates.
- Some serious time in a nervously intimate relationship with my dentist - where he applies a much-needed overhaul to my cracked-up grin, using nothing but $100 dollar bills and liberal doses of Novocaine.
- Dress better - comb hair occasionally :-)
- Do the dishes.
The long story short of this thing is: I've come to a place where being me is requiring a good bit more of my time and energy than I originally assumed would be necessary. I'll bet a whole lot of you good folks feel the same way.
I'm just a guitar-picker(extremely low-stress position) , and if being me ( the most fortunate and blessed person I know), is this much work - You all must be working your asses off!!
I know it. I see it every day. Good people trying and fighting - through circumstances so hard and so frightening I can't even whisper the words - just to get through to the light of tomorrow.
I know some of you haven't got a minute to waste.I know that some of my brothers and sisters are in situations that need remedy immediately - that beg the blessing touch of heaven just to heal what's broken.
It's a privelege to sing to all of you - to hope for a moment that someone is comforted or amused by what I do - that's the best I can ever hope for - in this life or the next.
It seems unfair to me so often - that I am so blessed when so many need so much. I'm more than grateful. It's why I believe so whole-heartedly in giving away a little - of my money, my time, myself - is a requisite of living this truly wealthy existence I enjoy. To be selfish with what I've been given so freely - would be an insult to heaven.
"Don't take any wooden nickels"