In The Morning
January 8, 2008It's a new year and another chance to hit the reset button -- to make promises, resolutions and expectations. I've never been much for resolutions. I've tried, but it's always seemed like more of a device to catalize change rather than a profound shift in thinking that makes a real change --- like going on a diet vs. changing the way you eat. I am however guilty of lofty goal setting, though rarely do I recognize this at a conscious level and I don't think I reserve this activity for New Years.
It seems that for much of my life I have always wanted to be somewhere that I am not. I had a profound experience the other morning when I was in the shower. It was the morning after my last show at Eddie's Attic and I was washing my (thinning) hair and going through a play by play of the whole night and slowly beginning to pick the entire thing apart. First of all, if you did not make the show, I think it was a good one. The place was sold out and the band I was blessed with included Kevin Leahy, John Willingham and Charles Williams -- all stellar musicians. Anyway, I was doing the post-mordem deconstruction that I have done for as long as I have been playing shows and it suddenly hit me: "stop. you have arrived."
Don't get me wrong, or think I'm delusional. I know playing a sold-out show at a venue that only holds about 150 people is not Madison Square Garden and the cover of Rolling Stone, but to me it was a goal that I set long ago, finally reached and here I was prepared to blow right past it on to the next thing without so much as a nod or a check-that-one-off-the-list feeling. I washed the shampoo out of my hair, smiled and thought back to the very instant several years ago when I gave up playing music as a vocation so I could persue something that would keep me at home and feed my family that I made a wish that was something like this: "If I could just play a show once every couple of months for a hundred people who want to be there and make enough money to pay a good band, I would be happy."
In that spirit, I wanted to post a video of a new song appropriately called "In the Morning" that we performed at the show. It's far from high-fidelity, but there is a magical quality to the first time a song has ever been played in public and the vibe that the band brought to it was perfect.
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Review of Eddie's Attic Show on March 30th
Dylan Turns Six and Eddie's is Still the Place to Be
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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