Saturday, September 22, 2012

They Shoot Illusions, Don't They?

At some point in this life or the next, if I ever meet the bastard who started the concept that the life of someone trying to live a life based around being originally creative was full of opium, wine, getting laid every day by different and attractive women, and eventual mind bending success, I will do them as much harm as I can. I am not sure if one can cut the legs of of a spirit in the afterlife, but I will certainly try to re-enact as many scenes from "Pulp Fiction" as I can upon them.

On the verge of trying to get a book published, releasing an ambient CD, AND trying to complete a rock-based band album, I have officially had it with the myth that this life is anything but one long uphill stone rolling contest. At the top, just before your stone rolls back down the hill, Sisyphus is there and asks you, "So, um, I got punished for trying to escape the Underworld so I could feel joy and love again. And, what are you doing here?"

Before you can answer, your Visa bill arrives and you realize you have not paid off the the gear you bought to record the album you still have yet to turn a profit on and, THUNK!, the rock goes tumbling down the hill with you wondering how you are going to afford the new computer you need to get your website THAT much better because you are SURE that you will get more paid downloads that way. YOU.ARE.SURE.OF.IT.

This blog is dedicated to the story of those of us who have slugged it out in the swamps and crappy clubs and crappy galleries and twelve seat theaters though we have done everything to move up the existential ladder. But we get out there, step up to the plate, every morning in front of the canvass, the computer, the instrument,  the dance studio... WHEREVER and we give it our best shot.

This is my call for the assignation of the stereotype that our life is easy, or perhaps my nailing of my Ninety-Five Theses for the Light of Truth to be seen. Whatever. Here is the life of an artist from the inside.

Here goes.....


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