What came first: the music? Or the misery?
Up at 5:30 to pubish the news to MTVNews.com that the Notorious B.I.G. put a hit on Tupac Shakur. Showered and went into work where I whipped up letters and kits for Michaela Majoun at WXPN in Philly, and Aimee Mann’s manager Michael Housman. Then worked. Then snuck out to Staples, where I bought the wrong size envelopes for my press kits. Payed rent. Then worked somemore. Left around 7, went back to Staples and cabbed home and attemped to put together 108 press kits (press release, bio, cd in bubble pack, sustaining just one paper cut) in time to make last call at the post office. Failed. Was watching an Elvis doc while I worked. Was getting excited for the tour, about the possibility that some DJ at Barnard, or Haverford, or Frostburg State might be spinning my CD in the coming weeks. Or
that the Boston Phoenix of Chapel Hill New Times might run a story. A short one
anyway. Once the kits go out — Monday, now — and the mailers go out — who
knows when — I’m free to focus on getting ready for the actual performances. In
some cases it’ll be a standard 45 minute set, but in Ralieigh, for example, it’ll be two sets. At the Point in Philly I get an hour and a half or so. So it’ll be interesting to stretch out a little, find time to relax, talk, engage the audience.
Meanwhile, though — tomorrow at 6 a.m.– I’m flying home to Waterloo, Iowa, for 36 hours of family time surrounded by the great green earth and soil of the Midwest. Planning on running my DV for much of the trip, and editing a short doc. Working title: “The Journey Is The Destination.”
