In my previous, and also ironically titled, post, I wrote about having to make a big scary decision. Update: I wussed out in making it and now it has been made for me … which may or may not be better. The point is this: I’m back to square one. Literally, figuratively, emotionally. Last week, I felt like I was treading water … and had been for a long long time. I wonder where that metaphor will take me now … hopefully, swimming forward but then again, it might take me out of the pool entirely. Tonight, as I paid $15 an hour to play by myself, a certain lyric I wrote long ago hit me: i was taught a lesson i’ll never forgetthe things i want the most are the things i’ll never get Ok. Enough with the self-pitying drama. Anyone know a...

I’ve been thinking of changing the “mission” of this blog. It’s not that I won’t or don’t enjoy posting cd/band/concert reviews and writing about other people’s music; it’s more that I think I need an outlet for my own process of doing music – my own frustrations really. In jest – seriously – I’m calling it “How To Be A Rock Star.” At the moment I actually find that really unfunny … When I came to New York 2 years ago, I felt ready. Ready to pursue music for real – not quit my job, starving artist – but pursue it with a responsible gusto. You know, practice once a week, play shows, record. I felt like it was my time – a new beginning – time to do the stuff I wanted to do. Here I am 2 years later. On the surface, I’m in exactly the same place I was. Only playing for...