One Hand Clapping
Sep. 12th, 2006 12:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scary_manilowWhen I was a child, I had a problem with grinding my teeth. It happened while I was sleeping, and the sound kept my parents awake at night... We lived in a trailer, my bed was on the other side of the wall from theirs, so you can probably imagine how easily the sound of gnashing enamel traveled through two inches of wood panelling.
Eventually, I grew up. Now I carry my stress in the small of my back. Forcing it down, down, like every other functional adult.
Moments like these, my back starts to T-H-R-O-B.
The guy who loaned us his PA to use in our practice space has unexpectedly called his merchandise home. Which is fine, he owns it, it's his prerogative... Not that he has plans to use it for anything but yammering to his imaginary friends in wee hours of the morning, but that's none of my business. I can be bitter, INCREDIBLY bitter, but I refuse to play the blame game.
This means I somehow have to conjure up the money for a PA, while at the same time save money for our Vegas trip, pay rent, bills, eat, drink, etc. I have to indefinitely postpone the purchase of the external hard drive I've had my eye set on. which in turn means I have to postpone production on "Pleasant Valley" for yet another YEAR.
In addition to this, I have to somehow pay for stickers, T-shirts, recording time, and flier production just to make sure The Spook Lights are able to carve a niche for themselves in our notoriously exclusionary local music scene. All of this falls on my shoulders inevitably, since I'm the only one in the group who has the time and energy to deal with the marketing side of things... Unfortunately, time does not always equal money, and just because I'm available to design and order a t-shirt doesn't necessarily mean I can afford it.
But I don't care, not really. That sucking sound coming from my wallet for the next decade and a half will only urge me to press harder, work faster, because this band is a labor of love. I'm willing to throw every cent I have into making it work because realistically, I have no other choice.
On the other hand, if I become more of a Napoleon-type than usual at Spook Lights practice, it's because I want this investment to pay off. I finally understand why corporate CEOs are such pompous twats. Sigh...
PS: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] made the best carrot cake in the world last night. Too bad none of you can have a slice!
Eventually, I grew up. Now I carry my stress in the small of my back. Forcing it down, down, like every other functional adult.
Moments like these, my back starts to T-H-R-O-B.
The guy who loaned us his PA to use in our practice space has unexpectedly called his merchandise home. Which is fine, he owns it, it's his prerogative... Not that he has plans to use it for anything but yammering to his imaginary friends in wee hours of the morning, but that's none of my business. I can be bitter, INCREDIBLY bitter, but I refuse to play the blame game.
This means I somehow have to conjure up the money for a PA, while at the same time save money for our Vegas trip, pay rent, bills, eat, drink, etc. I have to indefinitely postpone the purchase of the external hard drive I've had my eye set on. which in turn means I have to postpone production on "Pleasant Valley" for yet another YEAR.
In addition to this, I have to somehow pay for stickers, T-shirts, recording time, and flier production just to make sure The Spook Lights are able to carve a niche for themselves in our notoriously exclusionary local music scene. All of this falls on my shoulders inevitably, since I'm the only one in the group who has the time and energy to deal with the marketing side of things... Unfortunately, time does not always equal money, and just because I'm available to design and order a t-shirt doesn't necessarily mean I can afford it.
But I don't care, not really. That sucking sound coming from my wallet for the next decade and a half will only urge me to press harder, work faster, because this band is a labor of love. I'm willing to throw every cent I have into making it work because realistically, I have no other choice.
On the other hand, if I become more of a Napoleon-type than usual at Spook Lights practice, it's because I want this investment to pay off. I finally understand why corporate CEOs are such pompous twats. Sigh...
PS: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] made the best carrot cake in the world last night. Too bad none of you can have a slice!