A story that's been told and heard a million times, a musician goes to "follow their dreams" in the promise land that is LA. No promises,no one waiting for your arrival,no real reason to go but still you feel something pulling you there.Maybe it's the movies or the media that puts that feeling in some of us, whatever it may be I've succumbed to the beckoning. What started as a hopeful,inspirational move to Los Angeles has now turned into being shipwrecked in Kingdom City,Missouri sleeping in the back of a 1994 Toyota useless piece of metal. My transmission apparently didn't want to make the California trip. I would rather have taken 2 non lethal bullets than have my transmission blow and I mean that. I knew this endeavor was impossible but the impossible part was supposed to start later than this. I always say passion Is all about sacrifice, my own words haunt me in this dark little car. Dumping more money into this underachieving sub par little machine is a horrible idea but unfortunately it is also my best idea. I digress, I have been entirely too negative. The bright side really is, I get to spend the next three days in Kingdom City, Missouri. Despite my whining, music is worth all of it, it's shaped and molded me. Dawn has given me a renewed sense of hope, it serves as a solid reminder to why I'm doing all of this. My resolve is more important than my bank account or my car. LA could be a total waste of time but I have to know for sure. The danger of music is that there is no blueprint you have no idea what will work, but this is also one of the beauties of music, no story is ever the same. So as I adjust around the metal rod jabbing my rib cage, I circle back to the self evident truth, sacrifice is the backbone of passion.
11/21/2015 01:01:17 pm
So what happened next? Where are you now? How was KC?
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