Reminiscing

I actually wrote this blog a while back.. but right now it seems very fitting.

spent some time looking back on things today...

there's a song, some of you know it, others don't..

"Baby Grand" performed by Billy Joel and Ray Charles; a very beautiful duet...

I guess I can't wait for the day when I'll be able to perform that song and legitimately be able to relate to it... looking back at all the gigs, all the experiences, all the shitty bars, all the great bars, the crowded corners, the giant stages, the great people, the conniving people, those who will applaude you, those who will take advantage of you, the close calls, the missed calls...

the early years- taking lessons from a bunch of different cats; learning the science, the picking, the listening... my buddies were playing soccer- i wanted to as well, but found myself being the kid scared shitless sitting in at bars completely focused on not fucking up, hoping that the singer wouldn't point to me for the next solo...

Years later i wouldn't have to take orders anymore, no longer one man's band- everybody's in it together.. do what you want, it's the feeling of family. Here comes the emotions in music, things that cross your mind when you look out through the smoke at people just listening and having fun. After arriving home at three or four in the morning unscathed by the events of the evening, I would get that grin, that thought of "haha, just another night being Ed.. how the hell did I pull this one off?"

My guitar has been good to me...

I guess for the last few months I've had a slightly different lifestyle... It's weird not being booked all the time, going on crazy musical excursions late at night, being pumped about making enough dough to cover gas and a hefty bar tab... i wonder if the cute girl in the bright red pants would have given me her number? Did that guy who had the heart attack during the freebird solo make it? I sure as hell hope so.. that's such a played out song to croak to...

I'm in this new environment now... every day seems normal, I wake up at the same time, I do the same things that other people do for the most part. I get my fix by attending a couple jam sessions a week. Stepping on stage, nobody knows who I am, where I came from, or what I've done... just a fresh start- and I can't help but to have that huge grin on my face again... as if I have a secret, if you wanna know... just say hi.

In a way, it feels ridiculous looking back at all of this... like there's no more to come... What is next for me to discover? It's all been around; the women, the dealers, the late nights, the fights... Europe sounds good... Hot stage lights sound good... The good ole days can't be over... I'm not old enough for that yet.

I'm coming up to that fork in the road again where I can settle down, get hired into the company, find a house, a nice girl, make a living... OR I can bail and start on my next chapter...

HOLY UPDATES BATMAN!

Where am I now? Well, I have delved into a new activity/lifestyle frequently referred to as “a real job.” While this phenomenon is looked down upon by some, it’s really not too shabby. In the world of advertising I find myself surrounded by explorers, thought leaders, artists, and an assortment of creative folk that concept wild ideas for a living. Frankly, I wouldn’t be surprised if we had unlimited access to a wise old talking owl fully equipped with a monocle and large rubber stamp labeled, “Go With It.”


Work.
When I started this blog, I was on an adventure– playing music, taking wild trips, often avoiding reality in any way possible. Now I’ve finished school, moved to Detroit, and accumulated a nice assortment of slacks, dress shirts, and corduroy blazers as I slowly transform into the somewhat typical, creative city slicker type. Don’t get me wrong though, I still throw on the ripped jeans; grab an axe [guitar] and head downtown for some late night blues jams. I couldn’t live without that stuff.

So what’s next? Over the next month I’m looking into new positions at the agency, and a few on the west coast just for kicks... I’m looking into a few downtown lofts where I can setup a decent recording area and really get back into making music. I’m hanging with some really cool people, staying out of trouble, yet still living up to my given reputation of “always kickin’ it.”

Ciao.