Buster had two seizures Saturday morning. They were eight hours apart. I took him to the vet, where he stayed overnight. They started him on a new medication for seizures, and he's going to have a ultrasound on his midsection tomorrow. This is all going to cost a fortune, but it might not be a brain tumor.
We have a break in this rain, which means I should get out to hand out a few flyers sometime this week. I'm telling myself that I am willing to just try going down there and standing in one place for a while, if nothing else. I'm talking about doing that just one time, and if it's as bad as all that, not even doing that again, so it looks like I'm really going to do it. Last year I think I aimed too high, and I just couldn't stand the idea of trying to pull it off, so I didn't do anything at all. I found out that the person who bought my books at ABC last year was this one girl I'd met at an Austin Zine Fest. That means that it wasn't any of those fan boys who buy the fantasy/ superhero comics, so maybe the two I sold in 2014 really were as a result of the flyers that I did manage to hand out in 2014. I guessed that maybe a couple of people liked the idea that I had the gumption to get out there and do it, so they took the time out to go to ABC and actually buy a book, maybe. Right?
I wrote the last three songs for the second of two albums that I have yet to record. That's two complete fourteen track albums that I am nowhere near ready to go into the studio for. The medication change really made me feel so different that I just new that I was not going to be able to commit right away to the level of practice that I would need to do for "Self Portrait of Me."
I've pretty much decided that I'm not even going to try to play shows if I am not willing to promote myself with this flier thing. I don't see much point. So many venues exist because of SXSW, but the audience the rest of the year for any artist on any given night can be such a crapshoot. Also, my music is not really coffee shop friendly because it's about crack whores, bathroom sex, and rapists.
Speaking of rapists, the last three songs are from the Legend of Richy Vegas, so they are all about that kind of shit. The songs I've done so far have been about stuff that I really wrestle with as to whether there really is anything to any of it. I hoped to convey this sense of how I struggle in those early songs. This stuff I'm doing now does not have so much of that "where the rubber meets the road" quality to it, but I decided a while back that the more important thing to do is make good art and not worry too much about whether any of that stuff is real or not.
We have a break in this rain, which means I should get out to hand out a few flyers sometime this week. I'm telling myself that I am willing to just try going down there and standing in one place for a while, if nothing else. I'm talking about doing that just one time, and if it's as bad as all that, not even doing that again, so it looks like I'm really going to do it. Last year I think I aimed too high, and I just couldn't stand the idea of trying to pull it off, so I didn't do anything at all. I found out that the person who bought my books at ABC last year was this one girl I'd met at an Austin Zine Fest. That means that it wasn't any of those fan boys who buy the fantasy/ superhero comics, so maybe the two I sold in 2014 really were as a result of the flyers that I did manage to hand out in 2014. I guessed that maybe a couple of people liked the idea that I had the gumption to get out there and do it, so they took the time out to go to ABC and actually buy a book, maybe. Right?
I wrote the last three songs for the second of two albums that I have yet to record. That's two complete fourteen track albums that I am nowhere near ready to go into the studio for. The medication change really made me feel so different that I just new that I was not going to be able to commit right away to the level of practice that I would need to do for "Self Portrait of Me."
I've pretty much decided that I'm not even going to try to play shows if I am not willing to promote myself with this flier thing. I don't see much point. So many venues exist because of SXSW, but the audience the rest of the year for any artist on any given night can be such a crapshoot. Also, my music is not really coffee shop friendly because it's about crack whores, bathroom sex, and rapists.
Speaking of rapists, the last three songs are from the Legend of Richy Vegas, so they are all about that kind of shit. The songs I've done so far have been about stuff that I really wrestle with as to whether there really is anything to any of it. I hoped to convey this sense of how I struggle in those early songs. This stuff I'm doing now does not have so much of that "where the rubber meets the road" quality to it, but I decided a while back that the more important thing to do is make good art and not worry too much about whether any of that stuff is real or not.
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