A Day at the Zoo...
August 30, 2003I got to spend the day with Dylan at the zoo. Just me and him. He's very quiet, very shy and always watching. He loved the reptile house the most I think. The air conditioning was not working in there, so the snakes were all pretty happy and moving around a lot. I think if he could have, Dylan would have jumped right in there with them -- he doesn't seem to have any fear whatsoever.
My mind has been on the show tonight at Smith's Olde Bar. We practiced last night, and I think as an ensemble we could not be any tighter. Beyond just the execution of the music, I think we have something else going on below the surface. When we play together, we connect and create this powerful energy that is bigger than all of us. I hope that feeling can transfer to an audience. But, even if no one's there to hear us, the energy is still there and that's what I'm most happy about.
Tom and I are making plans to go out to LA in November to attend this Taxi.com convention. Basically it's a music industry meet and greet. We are hoping to get some attention from publishers and record labels. I'm a little freaked out about this whole Business aspect of music, I have spent most of my life trying to avoid it. But I think I am being liberated from my self-imposed exile in obscurity. I am finally trying to put my music out there in a way that it might have a chance to reach more people.
Well, I have to go restring guitars, and get ready for the show tonight. I hope to have some pictures to post and some good stories to tell.
Faster Than the Speed of Documentation
Catching Up: How Many Plates Can I Spin?
Review of Eddie's Attic Show on March 30th
Dylan Turns Six and Eddie's is Still the Place to Be
Charles Brings his Guitar and Plays Mine
Beyond Pat-Boone-Debbie-Boone: Gerry Hanson Rocks
Eatting, Writing, Living Large
A Trip to Wayne Henderson's Shop
Funny Blogs and Conversation Ticks
Infinite Possibilities at Checkout
Recording the New Screen Door Album
Dylan Makes Five and Becomes a Knight
Easter Bunny, Bacteria and Other Random Thoughts
Turning the Odometer on my Universe
Old Friends and Being an Artist
Dark Side of the Moon in Decatur
Zen and the Art of Guitar Playing