Category: life

(or, Those In Need, Part II) You have to let it go. Physically, emotionally, intellectually. To do otherwise is to deliberately torture yourself, an act of masochism on par with whipping one’s self with steel cables. Because the glimpses of hope – aren’t. They are phantasms, glittering lies conjured forth by a master manipulator, a…

Here are the things that have happened at the beginning of this month. Our normal monitor guy couldn’t go on a one-off with Terri Clark, so I went through an enormous amount of crap to line up a substitute monitor engineer and guitar tech. One guy turned down a gig for me, the other sold…