It’s something…
I’ve had songs picked up for rotation on the following stations, you should support them by listening:
Cowboy Cantor Podcast
Lordy…
I’m 40 today. Got up early, downloaded some last minute mixing changes, uploaded on bandcamp, clicked a few buttons, and voila, album released! A few Facebook and twitter posts later and it’s out in the world. Such is the way of this modern time. No CD’s to stockpile, no distribution to organize. It’s all so digitally easy.
Last night, on the eve of my birthday, I sat up on out front stoop drinking wine and chatting with Jess. We talked about the times in our lives, the moments, where it could have gone horribly wrong. Her labour with our third child, when the doctor almost sent her home, and then one innocent question later, had her on the operating table and the baby born 9 minutes later. Finding out they both could have died if we’d been sent home. Or the time my oldest son, fell into a large, soapy tub of water when we were at a fair when no one was watching. That few seconds of , ‘where’s toby’ before realized he was drowning.
There are dozen of such moments in my life that could have gone so badly and changed everything. Tt terrifies me when I think of it too much. The what ifs. My life would be complete different if those tragedies had struck. There wouldn’t be songs and optimism. Just regret and pain. Some things you just do not get over.
So today as I’m enjoying being 40, I feel very grateful for what I do have, that bad things did not happen. That I’m here, and Jess is here, and my kids are here, and life is pretty fucking good. That there are songs to make. And I’m not going to think too hard about it. Trust the fates or whatever, that things work out as they should.
