Immediately after the shows, I am electrified and feel like anything is still possible. The next day when I have come down and look at the practical, I am discouraged, and trying not to whine. I hope I never get to the 'whining' stage, even though I know I have at times. Sometimes, with public journaling, its hard to discern what should be shared and what would be better left to another form.
I've been reading just this morning the introduction to 'Crime and Punishment' by Dostoyevsky, and the idea of self preservation verses self-destruction. I suppose its taking the idea of 'good and evil' one step further. It's interesting to examine the conditions in his life at the time he wrote 'Crime and Punishment'. Talk about dire, he was trying to live of tea, for God's sake! He had rags for clothes, and was frantically trying to find some kind of advance for his work. My God, what persistence! It is inspiring to read people who 'really' suffer for their art. Not only suffer, but create for mere survival. The need for self-preservation through creativity is certainly a minimal odds course of action, however, if you have spent your life pursuing this endeavor, it doesn't seem so strange. Of course, one must also examine the condition of Russia in his time, suffering is relative I suppose, still, if you were dressed in rags, three months behind on your rent, not answering your door for fear of imprisonment for what little debt you have incurred, and trying to live on a diet of tea, it certainly throws the 'suffering is relative' theory in a light that can certainly be argued. Of course, the argument can also be said that these kind of circumstances create the possibility of great art. Then again, those who create in dire poverty are a miniscule minority in relative to those who simply die of it. I think I'm chasing a rabbit. The moral here is don't try to 'live off tea' unless it is the only thing you have. Brilliant, or not.
Saturday, I met with a grizzled bass guitar player to set up the conditions in which I will 'audition' for singing in a band. He was an interesting guy, has been around the Austin music scene all of his life. He has seen it all, you can 'see' that on his face. I still believe I can break into this town, but as in all things, it takes a persistent kind of patience. Just as there aren't really any 'get rich in a week' schemes, the same is true of everything with one exception, you are allowed to use your experience to 'move things along'. I am learning that 'paying your dues' is a universal theme most everywhere, and it's fairly easy to read it on someone else, no matter the length of the relationship. I would bet that this man I met will be able to tell in one song (or five notes for that matter) whether there is a possibility of us working together. I do have, however, a good feeling about it.
Well, once again I'm finding myself facing the realities of life, love, work, and art, lifting their eyes to look at me. I will have to decide whether I will look at one eye and then the other, or try to just look at the bridge of the nose to catch both eyes, or whether I will attempt to divide my eyes mysteriously and look directly in both eyes simultaneously. Don't worry, I can't wrap my mind around what I've just said either, but it stays... have a great day, but don't 'have a good one'. Can we rid that phrase from the english language?