Truck Stop Troubadour Volume 4- Where Am I ?

I don't have nearly enough distance from this past week to be able to speak about it intelligently; however, I have committed to not faltering on this blog, so allow me to try to speak about it with an entertaining lack of clarity. To present you with a tangible list, I spent about $30 in Facebook advertising and probably got the name Frankenstein Dog in front of about 3500 people;  I added about 20 likes to the Frankenstein Dog page; I played at The Dutchess County Airport, The Rondout Yacht Basin and The Baldwin Winery within a 26 hour period; I got the greatest album review of my entire life and I made about $190.  Truth be told, I also spent about $220.  I sang about 100 songs, I drove a truck for about sixty five hours, I spent an hour on an online class for Facebook music advertising and I learned three new songs for my winery gigs.
Yup.  I think that about covers it. I was actually laying here getting very drowsy and entertaining the idea of sleeping more than five hours when it dawned on me that I promised myself I would have a blog ready every Monday morning and I didn't even begin this one as of Sunday at 9pm.  No bother.  I have enough material in my reality that writer's block isn't even something I can fake.
A relative of mine who I believe is 71 years old (I don't have the energy for algebra right now), managed to comment on a video that my girlfriend Lea posted.  She didn't mention how cute the kids looked running around while I sang as 90% of the population who commented on this video did.  She wanted to make sure I knew that she didn't happen to see anybody in the audience.  At 46 years old, I'm still not quite sure what it is about family that compels them to seek out the most hideous things they can find and magnify it by a thousand, but this is what they do.
I asked this relative if she happened to see the greatest review I ever got in my life--of course she did not, but upon sending it to her, she asked if the author and I had a "bromance". I don't know what it is about family that compels them to seek out the most hideous things they can find and magnify it by a thou---am I being redundant? I do apologize.
I think it was Wayne Dyer who said that your friends are God's way of making up for your family. 
As much as this may sound as though I am striking out at a family member, that is not really my point --believe it or not. (Alright, maybe a little.) My point is that I woke up this morning not thinking about the dozens of handshakes and "you guys sounded greats" and the people at the airport who stopped what they were doing to come over and listen or the guys from the radio station who were admittedly in awe or the fact that I knew that Roger LaRochelle, Chris Macchia and myself killed it as a three piece; or even the dozens of people who tipped me at the Yacht Club later that evening.
Instead I woke up this morning thinking about the comment that there didn't seem to be anybody in the audience.
But this sort of thing is not unique to me.  A friend of mine put out an amazing, utterly incredible album not too long ago and just recently said to me--to paraphrase--some days he's got a huge ego and some days he questions every artistic move he has ever made.
This sort of vacillation is the gift that keeps on giving when you are cursed with the compulsion to create.  I know exactly where this guy is at.
But where am I?  
I'm not entirely sure. Ask me again tomorrow.

1 comment

  • Nikki

    Nikki Kingston, NY

    Always great to hear from you, Billy! It's amazing that you are able to keep up all three lives that you are simultaneously living! I always listen to your FB posted songs, and the sound of your voice brings me comfort, the lyrical content inspired, your musicianship is always top-notch! Keep on trucking, Brother, and keep on being the family man, and the musical genius , old friend!

    Always great to hear from you, Billy! It's amazing that you are able to keep up all three lives that you are simultaneously living! I always listen to your FB posted songs, and the sound of your voice brings me comfort, the lyrical content inspired, your musicianship is always top-notch!

    Keep on trucking, Brother, and keep on being the family man, and the musical genius , old friend!

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