Oh my gosh, it’s 1 a.m. How in the heck did that happen?
The city was gone when looked out the window this morning. All of the buildings were locked in gray. It was pouring rain by the time I was in my first meeting. I snuck out at lunchtime to hand Dough frontman Chris Abad a copy of my new songs — he’s gonna’ play guitar on the new record and perform with us at the CD release in November. Then I worked some more.
Tonight was one of those night when passing cabs splashes a puddle on you, and the driving wind inverts your umbrella, and you’re just a few steps behind each departing subway. Yet somehow I managed to smile through it all. A Town Car nearly ran me over as I walked past The Hudson. “Dude, it’s raining out here!” I yelled over my headphones. Somehow I managed to smile through it all. I guess I figure it’s the only thing to do. Smile.
I fixed up a big ol’ salad for dinner, poured a pint of Bass Ale, and settled in with ‘Dig,’ a new documentary — in theaters Friday! — about The Dandy Warhols and The Brian Jonestown Massacre. The first twenty minutes made me want to write a song. So I did. The next twenty minutes made me want to quit my job and hit the road with my guitar (I did book a show at Bowdoin College on December 3, but…). And the last hour, as Anton Newcombe alienated everyone in his band, made me want to keep doing what I’m doing how I’m doing it: workin’ the day job, and makin’ music in between for me, for you, for us.
Life’s kinda’ like today. You’re gonna’ get splashed by some cabs. But somehow you manage to smile through it all. Or you don’t.