…is dead. Without backpeddling too much into self pity… 8-5 life is rather boring. I guess I always enjoyed that fact hat I could tell people what I do and then have them think that was really cool. A pride thing. “See how great I am! I’m a rock and roll manager!” And, I’ll admit it, I miss that. The traveling to destinations to be a “somebody”. Making myself feel important. And yes, I miss that. Perhaps my attitude was/is a bit wrong. And we dream of that. Being rich and/or famous. Feeling like we are somebody because we do something that others feel is cool. Judgmental. I’m that. I do that. I told Dean tonight that I thought this guy in our church did insurance “or something boring like that.” Why judge the guy for providing for his family? And yet, I feel justified for saying that. Maybe I need more work after all. I miss my cool office during the day. And the “do whatever I want at that precise moment” life. I guess I’m a bit more focused now. Be at work at 8. Leave work at 5. That’s focused! I miss working in the evenings and the weekends. And the relationships. With OTB, Nathan, Barry, etc. And with promoters, sticker people, publishers, record company execs. etc. Yes, I miss it. Not feeling sorry for myself. Just missing it. Perhaps I’ll get back into that someday. Most likely with renewed vigor! For now, here we are. “normal” guy. “normal” life. 8-5. Is rock and roll dead? The “Shawshank” hope says there’s light at the end… As Paul tells us, it’s a race. It’s a journey. I hate it in many respects, but tomorrow, it’s my time to be “normal”. I love it in many respects and tomorrow it’s my time to be “normal”. Perhaps we can make tomorrow extraordinary, even in it’s normalcy. And perhaps Friday will be rock and roll day. Rock on.
