oh dear world.
this morning we are met with rain. it walks unafraid and with purpose. grabs my arm with force and glares into my eyes. says nothing. no ride today sir pitcher. last weekend i was in Portland and Seattle playing a smattering of relatively miserable and extremely poorly attended shows. by poorly attended, i mean that the largest crowd of the weekend was approximately 10 people at one of the shows, who happened to be the grandparents and nephews of one of the musicians. it rained virtually the entire time i was there. i am done with rain for the year, but it appears that rain is not done with me. i am also done with the inherent exhaustion that lives in being an 'unsuccessful' artist who plays shows to no one. oh dear world, please bring me my dream now.
please.
Posted by jeff at April 12, 2003 10:51 AM
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Buck up there little camper. Your dream is your own and belongs to no other. Mine too.
Posted by: Christian Kiefer at April 12, 2003 12:41 PM
My head hurts. I will comment on my own comment on Jefferson's post. Because I can be damn it that's what this thing is for, right? Last night I watched a band play that was both musicially brilliant and completely insipid simultaneously. Too many good musicians, and not enough good songwriters.
Ah Jefferson. Let's all just quit this stupid business and more to Mallorca. We'll play music on the beach just for us. When exactly did we parley art into business? What fools.
Posted by: Christian Kiefer at April 13, 2003 10:38 PM
