managing the unbridled

I’ve driven a few people nuts over the years, from romantic partners to band members, but none so much as myself. It’s not until very recently that someone flipped on the lightswitch and the reason was revealed – AuDHD – the 1-2-punch that is the combination, and often conflicting traits of Autism Spectrum Disorder (ASD) and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD).

One of these things can be medicated. So, I spent a month building up levels of that medication, and I’ve been on my full dosage for a month now, and I have to say that the barking dog that is ADHD put on a leash (still barking, though – it’s being treated, not cured) it’s really given my Autism symptoms some space to move around and show itself – and while it can be challenging at times, and I definitely catch myself being weird in public more frequently… I have to say that I really do like myself.

What really adds layers to this is that I’m also starting a small business that allows me to make really cool stuff. Full disclosure: I’ve been running small performing arts businesses: rock & roll bands – for decades, so while some of this is very new, a lot of it is very familiar and I definitely DO have something to compare the experience to, and that comparison is Me vs. Medicated Me.

I’ve put an inordinate amount of energy into this new venture that seems to be falling together pretty seamlessly, somehow. I don’t have a wild number of gigs right now, which sucks, but it’s good for the development of ‘this thing‘ (as I’ll refer to it henceforth) because there is not much to distract me from ‘this thing‘ currently. The big year-end push at my day job has recently happened, so there’s a little more mental space for ‘this thing‘ right now on that front as well.

So what’s different?

My level of focus is huge. As much as I’ve become Dr. Doolittle around my house, forgetting whether I’ve let the dog outside and when, or that I have rice on the stove, or that I have a coffee growing colder by the minute still sitting under the Nespresso tap… completely losing track of time to the degree that I have set multiple alarms to remind myself to check the time… all this aloofness is happening in favor of mentally differentiating between small parts for something I’m building, or paint shades.

I’m suddenly able to point myself in a direction and see it through to the end. Sure… time-blindness is a factor more than ever before, but that’s become part of the planning, and the ASD part of my brain loves a plan… while the ADHD part can roll with a plan that changes… so while my plan may be to do some very detail-oriented work, if my eyes and hands aren’t cooperating that evening, I can change gears and tackle something that I’d planned to do another evening. It all needs to get done… so all steps forward are progress.

It’s when I don’t have a plan, and things change… that shit goes sideways in a hurry. I’ve walked away from a few flaming wreckages in my day, and this won’t be one.

I’ve still got a thousand things going on in my brain at a time, but each of them has time & space to breathe and develop. It’s a very exciting and explorative time in my life and I’m honestly really excited to do it, and while I’m pursuing this I also get to learn how to work with myself in a whole new way, which is thrilling. It’s like having a business partner that understands my shortcomings and compensates for them – meanwhile, creativity is flowing in a really cool and interesting way.

I’m excited to reveal what I’ve been working on – ideally by the fall of 2026, I should be able to do some sort of reveal, because there are legal and tax things at play that I don’t fully understand – but some of that might be a job for someone else if this all goes the way I hope it does.

What no entrepreneur will tell you is that there’s a possibility that the whole thing falls flat… They can’t think like that, and neither can I. But what I can say is that if it doesn’t rise to the level I hope to see it reach, I’ll still be richer for the experience.

You can’t buy that kind of fulfillment.

a tragic loss

I guess this is how I process things. Forgive me if this is a bit free-formed, because although by the time anyone reads this, the sour news I’m about to write about will be common knowledge in the circles where it’s important. For some, this will be old news.

I’m still processing this I guess, but my boss, mentor, and guy I most want to be like when I grow up, Doug Elash, passed away a couple weeks ago.

Doug was a bomb-ass bass player, the coolest guy you’d ever meet, and an inspiring character at work and on-stage. I talked to him almost every day. Even today there were things I wanted to call him about that I just couldn’t and that fucking sucks.

After spending my whole day on the phone, distracted by having to break this news to people all over the prairies, I finally get to sit down with my own grief and frustration around the situation.

It’s messy and sad. I’m proud I got to work along side him, and I’m proud that he saw potential in me, and put me in the leadership position I’m in now.

Seriously the best dude.
Way too young to be peacin’ out of this plain.

Sigh.

When I’m faced with these things, I write.
I’ve been faced with these things before and I’ll be faced with these things again, and I won’t be able to attend the funeral… so I guess I get to have this space to share.

When I first found out, the message that was placed on me as the news washed over me was that life won’t wait for you to get off your ass and live it. I am by no means saying that Doug lived in any regrettably safe way – this message was for ME, not for him – I don’t even think it was from him, but nonetheless I feel it deep in my chest and as I was driving home from Saskatoon when I got the call with this news, I felt it grow. The message was followed by a song – a song handed to me on a silver platter – 3 verses and a chorus that I couldn’t get out fast enough, so I talk-to-texted them to myself and when I was done I hit send.

What’s strange is that is wasn’t a sad song or a particularly heartfelt song. It was kinda dumb, and fun rock & roll song that tells a fictional story – not unlike Jerry Reed’s ‘Guitar Man’ or something Chuck Berry would have penned 70 years ago. It comes out the way I talk and it’s a harmless, fun, nonsense story that touches lightly on the same ‘life wont wait’ theme, but as silly as it might seem if & when it comes out, it’s kinda important to me… and it’s even got a dumb title that’ll no doubt kind it’s way to a bumper sticker or a t-shirt.

It’ll be forever dedicated to Doug, who touched so many people’s lives for the good, was always super up-beat, who wasn’t afraid to take the long way around a story, and who will be sorely missed.

Thanks is a gross understatement, but regardless, thanks for everything, Doug.
Much love.