Suck It Up, Princess
I’m out of sorts. I’ve been away from weekend work hours for years now. But that has all changed with this new gig I’m dancing with. I still get a two day weekend but it comes in the form of Sunday and Monday. In some ways I prefer that combination. A Sunday off still gives me the benefit of a Saturday night’s potential chaos to ensue and still have time to recover, and Monday a better version of Sunday, whilst my contemporaries are off in Day Jobs, leaving breakfast spots and solo missions to places like The Park for photo ops, much less invasive, and nearly void of any inconveniences I impose on the peace of other peaceful people.
Sounds great. But today is only Friday, and I still have two days to go. Friday will be celebratory for most of my pals, but I am left mourning a sense of futility, hopelessness, and the mental purgatory of the million year grind.
Oh well, there’s no point in crying about it. I’m lucky to have the opportunities I have made for myself. You don’t get the view without climbing the hill.
On The Horizon
I’ve got a few things in the works, and I’m nearing that badspace where you take on too many projects at once. However if I don’t have too much to do, I kind of wallow in this delusion that I have enough time to get everything I want to accomplish, accomplished. I need that adversarial relationship with myself, always on the run with the hands of the clock constantly trying to choke me out. It’s that fear of failing the objective that forces me to get out of bed too early, and keeps me working away far too late. But I’m rambling.
I’m headed to Montreal next month for someone else’s high school reunion. The someone else is 65, which puts a huge gap between my life experience and his. The high school was a Catholic Private School for boys… They won’t have a clue who I am, or why I’m there – which feeds directly into my old Journalistic curiosities, to grab the moment in every possible way, every detail, and talk to as many unusual, rich French-Canadians as I can. This, in addition to the kind of joy my host will get out of having an ally, in what could be a typically awkward situation, is something I am looking forward to. I’m hoping I can get a Bagel with smoked Salmon there. I love that shit. Cream Cheese, Smoked Salmon, Bagel. Win.
And in December I’m featured in a Hip Hop Concert where I’ll be performing unreleased tracks. The truth is they’re unreleased because I’m still writing them. I’ve been working alongside one of my good pals, a producer type, for years with a concept that we have never really brought to fruition. So I signed us up to this Hip Hop show as a good kick in the ass to get on it. I’ll share the tracks as they progress. But for now they’re scratch tracks and I’m running out of time.
Time to get to work… Sigh.