Best Show In Town

so I got a statement in the mail yesterday from my 401k…. I almost forgot I had one of those…

but now that I see the sum after 7 years of working for Promedica. I am seriously thinking about cashing it all out and living off of it for the next two years or so….well that and whatever i can grow on my land…that I get next Friday the 27th ( I rule).

…I could pay all my bills and still have enough extra for the random fun shit I dream up……..I might have to cut cable out…..but that’s ok…I don’t watch a lot of tv……………………but I do watch a lot of baseball…..

fuck it I am keeping cable.

 

 

 

I am still not sure what I would do with my time….

maybe I will write a book that changes the world……

or maybe work out a set list of 20 original songs and 15 covers that I perfectly master… So I can travel the east coast playing dive bars for 6-10 people at a time….getting beer for free…meeting the world and its people…

 

Man….I would love to write a book…..but I don’t know if I am ready…I am not even sure what I would even write it about….

 

 

Holy fuck!!!!!I got it!…

 

I will write the book about the epic journey of a troubadour…playing the small town bars and the big city shit holes…I will write it about how his songs only end up reaching out to a select few special people…and how these few creative souls become the supporting characters in his inevitable decent into madness….and how they follow me down…for a little while…with shit cameras and microphones…placing badly edited videos on youtube….drinking with him..telling jokes…living…as they all inspire each other….

until he runs out of money…and they all leave me broke and stranded…..and h has to sell his guitar for a way back home….just to continue living a quiet and isolated life……. with out drama,or hope, or recognition….or dreams……until the day he dies…

and then… I will write about how 75 years later….when all that is left of the musician is dust….. some artist will be blindly surfing the old archives of what used to be called youtube……and he/she will stumble upon one of his out of focus music videos…..The one where he is drunk and singing one of his sombre songs. And after hes finished the song, he calls over the mic for his contractually obligated drink…..and then…just for a laugh…. He tells the small audience that his all time greatest musical influence is the rooster from the Disney version of Robin Hood………

and when said future artist person sees this… it sparks something inside…like it did with the few broken followers that he once had…..and said artists covers one of the songs on he/shes long awaited live album recording…and from there…all the other real listeners…the other true fans and artists… All start asking the right questions……and they to will research his life …and then he will become a trending topic on some futuristic social media device…and more people find him….untill he takes off like fucking Jesus….and people hear him in outrageous numbers….and the publishers and art schools research his life, tell his story and teach his ways….and most of it will be wrong and over exaggerated…..but it wont matter much in the end and no one will care….he will become a folk hero…a resurrection…The artists artist….and they will all wonder at his life…….. and they will all want to know his secret……and only him and the dust will know….that there isn’t one….

 

shit…two bottles of wine in the late evening about 3 days a week and this thing will practically write itself….

buy a ticket….its the best show in town.