Tag: rock & roll

tempered growth

A little artistic progress, and reminder that going slow is okay…

I’m dipping my toe in the pool of promoting a product I’ve been developing all year. It’s pretty exciting. I mean… I’ve only done so by way of FB and Instagram ‘stories.’

  • The website I’ve been developing for the past few months in my spare time (ha!) has not been launched.
  • The webstore has not been launched.
  • I have not posted demo videos (or… made them).
  • I have not yet initiated posting on the instagram page I registered for this.
  • I have not started a Facebook page.

That’s all coming soon enough.

What I DO have is TWO products, a possible 3rd that I’m considering, and a few others in the wings that are at the tinkering phase, and won’t see the light of day for a while regardless.

These are guitar pedals, by the way.

I’ve managed to find a project that combines my knowledge of many of my interests, including but not exclusive to rock & roll music, vintage aesthetics, hot-rodding (by way of style and decor, modification, and customization), sound design (by way of my discerning ear)… There’s a thrill in the pursuit just as much as there is in completing a project.

… and I’ve managed to weaponize my AuDHD hyperfocus.

Primarily, I’m doing what I always do when it comes to artistic endeavors (and there are very few parts of this that are NOT artistic,in my opinion) and that is, I’m making things I want to have. As much as I’d love to collaborate with someone else, The bar for quality at this point is:
Would I use this? Does is have a place in my pedal board?

Recently I got ahold of a program to design some enclosures of my own… and as fun as that was, it was a bit of a let down. I got to a point where I was really excited about a design and when I submitted it for quotes, it was UNREASONABLY expensive… like more than I want to charge for a finished product… for a single part.

It was simultaneously encouraging and discouraging. Discouraging because I wasn’t able to do what I wanted, and it felt like I’d spent all this time developing an idea for nothing… but it was also encouraging, because if I found myself in a place where I had to scale-up to meet demand, I have a pretty good idea of how I would do that.

Not to bolster my own ego or anything… but these are marketable and useful tools of the trade, and with how many people come and ask me about what guitar pedals I use and take photos of my pedalboard after I perform, it’s not a far stretch to say that I am getting a desirable tone from my equipment, and that people will take guidance in that regard from people they’ve garnered respect for.

So I guess I’ll have to stay respectable for as long as possible.

This isn’t my first foray into business. I was part owner of a short-lived record & art store on Whyte Avenue in the early 2000’s called ‘rUckUs’ and have been an entrepreneurial live music artist and bandleader for most of my life… but this is different.

This isn’t an event entertainment service, nor is it a brick & mortar shop with finite hours and a fixed location. It’s a self-developed product, or line of products that is for a niche market of performers and collectors. I’m not limited by performance budgets or music repertoire, nor am I hampered by lease agreements or overhead utility costs.

I am only limited by my own imagination and the current scale by which I can operate… but tempered growth is possible.

What I really want to do is to enjoy the process – and I do – but neurodivergence, excitement, and impatience make we want to bolt for the finish line… so here I am, reminding myself that there is no finish line.

rest

Rest. This is a big one because I don’t get much of it. I don’t allow myself much of it because I take on roles that are relentless, but those roles are important.

Fatherhood doesn’t relent. When they told me 17 years ago that the next 18 years of my life were spoken for, they undersold it by a country mile. I am something that I will never not be, and I wouldn’t have it any other way… even when I feel like complaining.

I’ve been split with my daughter’s mom for a good long time now. It’s fine. The kid is supposed to spend a week at my place and a week at her mom’s but in reality it looks more like 11 days with me and 4 with her mom. It’s not the end of the world. as a matter of fact, I play lots of gigs out of town, and need her help managing the dog.

I love it, even when my old introverted ass is yearning for an empty house with which to play loud music and loud guitar, sometimes simultaneously.

Rock & Roll doesn’t relent. We’d like to think it gets easier when you ascend to the next rung of popularity. That’s bullshit. It’s glorious and all encompassing… but it’s a mountain of work that nobody’s ever going to do for you. The best you can hope for is to have people do that work for you, but the reality is that you only pay people to do things you can’t or won’t due… which means you stay busy.

Then when you’re not busy, you load up a trailer full of gear and drag it down the highway for several hours where you and your equally old (if not older) band members unload it, play all night, and then barely make it to a hotel room to collapse before we repeat the cycle. We get home a couple days later and go to work… which is the closest thing to relaxing we get to do, regularly.

I love it, even when my old introverted ass is yearning for an empty house…

Endurance Sport is relentless. The very nature of endurance sport is that it is something to be endured, so it shares some common ground with parenting and rock & roll in that it takes up a bunch of time and I can’t live without it. Sometimes the best thing you can do for your old tired self is to get up early and go for a run. it makes me a better parent and a better rock & roller so it stays…

The rest of my life fills in the gaps. Being a boyfriend and a dog owner are not particularly taxing, though they do have their moments, just as I have my moments when I need the attention of my family members.

… my life straight up rules. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. I have a music career, and day job, and a family and none of them seem to interfere with each other. I have a lovely home, dog, kid, girlfriend… I have cool stuff… I’m winning this game.

But it can be a lot.

We have to take our rest when we can get it. I was reminded of this when my body all but shut down on a monday morning recently. It was the kind of thing where I got up to go for a run and anytime I would turn my head, my eyes took a few seconds to catch up.

I went back to bed. I woke up in time for work, and after work I took a nap. Then I went to bed early. There was no other choice… and sometimes that’s just reality.

I would love to tell you to prioritize rest.
But I don’t do that.
The best I can do is tell you: Listen to your body.

Speaking of rock & roll… today I’m in Drumheller, AB playing a dinosaur’s birthday party. It’s an outdoor, free event, so if you’re not otherwise engaged on this long weekend, it’d be great to see you.

receiving

I’ve recently returned from a trip with my family. My immediate family… we cast off the shackles of conventional work, boarded an international flight bound for Denver, Colorado and spent the better part of 4 days taking in a heaping helping of life affirming adventures.

The notion for the trip started with my daughter wanting to attend a concert that way coming to town that; if we’d have gone ahead with it, would have been the very first time any of us bought a ticket for a single concert that crested the $1000 mark. None of us could justify it, even that artist’s biggest fan in the house wanted to spend her hard-earned part-time paycheck on such an extravagant outing. I told her “I bet we could get on an airplane and see someone cooler for less money” and as much as I lost that bet by a country mile, we forged ahead with reckless abandon.

We bought tickets to Tyler Childers in Boulder, as all of his Canadian dates were sold out – but an open-air Saturday night concert in Boulder, right up close to the Rocky Mountains sounded like a good plan. We made ourselves a long weekend of it, stayed in a hotel I never would have gotten for myself, and threw down on thrift-store shopping, great food, concert merch, car services, $7 lattes, and at the almost-last-minute, we decided to add another concert ticket to the tab, and got to see Sierra Farrell at The Mission Ballroom while we were in Colorado as well.

I had a great trip with my gals, and my daughter is still beaming through the exhaustion from this whirlwind adventure. It was 100% worth it.

The part that I couldn’t put an earthly value on, was completely losing myself in the most life-affirming way. The type of show that would make a weaker musician give up entirely made me want to play more, write more, tour more, and push my own boundaries more than ever.

My soul was fed and nurtured by both of those incredible artists and I’ve never been more sure of what I’m supposed to be doing… and make no mistake – I was really sure before.

I was given a gift in my attendance of these shows that I won’t soon forget. I am eternally grateful.