Maybe I’m just too much of a dreamer, but…

…I can’t think of anything I want to do right now that would make me happier than following this music thing til the end.  I know that parts of it will suck, but I look forward to piling in a van with some of my fellow artists and hitting the road.  I look forward to 8 people sharing a hotel room and sleeping on the floor, washing my draws in the sink, possibly having to put hands on a club promoter for welching on the money they promised. Maybe I’m odd(don’t answer that), but I look forward to that shit.  When I read interviews of my favorite artists, or watch them talk about that kind of stuff on video, I know one thing: no matter how much they hate all that shit, getting on stage and reaching out to a roomful of strangers makes it all worthwhile.  Any MC/Singer/Musician with something worth saying will probably agree with me on that.

If the experiences from the smaller shows that I’ve been doing so far is any indication, then I really can’t wait till this really picks up.  And I’m not so naive that I don’t realize that there’ll be parts that will make me question my own sanity for trying to do this, but after getting a taste of it, I really can’t see myself doing anything else.  This from a dude with a college degree who took the helm of an ad agency when he was 22 and ran it for 3 1/2 years.  And I’m well aware of the fact that somewhere along the line one of the posts on this blog will be a frustrated, profanity-laden rant about how much I hate it, but consider this a disclaimer: it’ll take something really awful to get me to give this up.  Get jaded, maybe(hell, most likely), but get turned off completely? I just don’t see it.

So bring it on: the barfights, the drunk jailbait(no, you can’t go back to the van with me, but buy this cd–and buy one for your dad too), the cops, the rumble strips on the side of the highway that will probably save us at least once every 30 miles, the $40-a-night motels with used soap in the bathroom that has hair stuck to it, the inevitable arguments that each and every one of us will have with our significant others about “why are you still doing this?” and all the bad stuff too.  Long as I can rock some ill shows, sell some CD’s, pay my bills and have enough left over to get back home, then I’m in it for the long haul.

Peace,

Blitzberg

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