Just for Now, I’ll try


I’ve been lamenting lately in my head that I’m not making enough progress. Not enough progress on making the new record; on building clients for a small business; on bringing together a reliable bunch of Buster Dilly players to play with on a regular basis.

So I was primed this weekend when I picked up a book off Sean’s shelf. Something about “Coaching the Inner Artist.” Inside, the book’s first exercise was to put a chair across from yourself and have a conversation, a coaching conversation.

In my “session,” I asked myself why I haven’t been making music. And the answer was painfully simple: I haven’t been working on it. Defeated by phone calls that aren’t returned, by players that don’t knock down my door, dying to play with me. Defeated by a reality that consistently reminds me that I need to be the one knocking down doors.

And try as I might, I’m not going to find the players or songs on Perez Hilton, TMZ, or People. Somewhere along the way I got into the bad habit of searching those sites thinking, hoping I’d find something useful. Today, I’ve decided to give up those sites and fill my google reader instead with more productive feeds (I already have a headache just thinking about the withdrawl).

Just for now, I’ll try, and if the players don’t arrive, I’ll follow Imogene’s lead.

Hat tip: Melody Watson