Dedication: Updated w/ Link!

The day has arrived! The last dash for tickets to the upcoming Phish Summer Tour begins today. Already, hearts all over the country have soared or have been broken by the Phish lottery system. I am blessed enough to be a ticket holder for the upcoming Hampton reunion shows, the much sought after Asheville show, and the following night in Knoxville.

These folks aren’t so lucky.

waiting for tickets

This line began at about noon on Wednesday afternoon, 46 hours before the tickets actually go on sale this morning at 10.

More tents and hippies

Still waiting

Tents and hippies

UPDATE So apparently there was a man who came out at 9:30 and told everyone that there were 400 tickets guaranteed to the people in line, the first 100 people there. That would include everyone who got there yesterday evening or so. Then after 16 people got tickets, they were suddenly sold out, nothing anyone could do. The venue had reserved these tickets with the promoter, who made the decision on how many based on how many people were lined up. This seriously sucks for all those who stood in that line, had that hope dangled in front of you, then the door slammed in your face. My heart goes out to you and I hope the Civic Center figures out a way to repay you somehow! Good luck everyone finding that elusive ticket stub!

Check out the Mountain Xpress story on the situation. Officially a “computer error.” Yikes!

Unfinished ideas

All my life I’ve been a visionary. New ideas flow through me like the air I breathe. Where the rubber meets the road has always been the hard part. In the blog Jessica Mah Meets World, the blogger sets out a great first goal… finishing. Her point is that even if the project isn’t your masterpiece, the best thing to do is finish and then revise. How many people have 2/3 of a life’s work that is never finished? Why do we stall out?

I tend to get grand visions of ideas that overwhelm me. My mind starts to spin out all of the steps necessary to manifesting my vision and I start to get lazy. I start writing a book and then get sidetracked learning about how to publish it, before there’s anything to publish. I get sidetracked on facebook or reading other people’s ideas and end up whiling away the time I could otherwise be using to advance those ideas.

I also have a bad habit of trying to “fast-forward” my skills to the end point, while skipping the in between steps. When I hear a musician on stage it’s easy to believe that those notes flow out from some magic creative space. When I read a classic novel, I want to think that the words just dripped out of the pen in serendipitous fashion, with violin music in the background, and light streaming in illuminating the creative miracle being performed. When I watch professional sportsmen, it’s easy to forget the grueling day to day training they undergo and imagine that they naturally perform their feats of strength. Learning to be a musician wised me up to the tedious practice that hides behind all great performers. Each one spends hours and hours behind the scenes perfecting their respective crafts… Making sure of every note. Combing through the manuscript for a word out of place, or a sentence that could be better formed. Watching hours and hours of opposition pitchers to be able to focus on that little ball coming at 100 mph.

I also have a tendency to spread myself too thin. Currently, I’m working (in my mind) on a recording a new album, composing some songs, trying to get the band back together, writing a novel and a non-fiction book, creating three or four websites, working a full time job, and taking classes part time… oh and this blog!

As a Renaissance man with my feet firmly planted in the New Age, it’s hard for me to concede that I need to whittle down my interests and focus on one or two of the above tasks to accomplish any of them with the fullness each deserves. So I’m sure I’ll continue trying to multitask these grand schemes until one of them becomes so big I can no longer push it to the side. My first task is to Continue the projects I’ve already begun, in order that they may be Finished, and try to stop myself from creating more side roads I have no intention of traveling for long!

On the eve of Change

New ideas.
New ways.
New ideals.

My personal search for a new way to fill my days seems a holographic microcosm of the macrocosm of the world around me. Old institutions fade away.. Old ways and assumptions reexamined.. New patterns forged as molds are broken.

End of the world as we know it? What does that mean anyway? The world as we know it ends each day and is recreated with each sunrise. The world as we know it today is nothing like it was a hundred years ago and it will certainly be much different in another hundred.

I’ve got this theory that all of (or some of?) the seers in the past who have predicted cataclysmic world ending events were just a little confused. They actually did see into the future.. they did see world ending events, but what they didn’t realize is that they just saw their cataclysmic end. They saw their role come to an end. Their delusions of grandeur just led them to believe that they were actually seeing an end for all of us. But the world just keeps spinning…And the spinning keeps us rowing through space, through time, drifting a little closer to the city in our minds. Creating a dream of love as we float gently, gently down the stream.

My personal quest right now is to realign my days and my nights into places I feel comfortable. To manifest a space where my energies are not being burned and wasted away on frivolous unappreciated waste. A place where I can create functional beauty, gazing forward with beauty clouding my eyes and hope lighting my mind.

And isn’t this what is happening all around us? Clinging to old models right now will only get you gnashing of teeth in the outer darkness. The only path ahead is the path of change. The path of hope. The path away from fears. We have to look to each other for a way out of this maze we have co-created. The faces you see around you hold the answers. Talk to them. Smile at them. Laugh with them. Love them.

Stride forward confidently into the Everlasting Now.

Hello World and Other Related Musings

A private diary published for the world.  A place to pass on tidbits from my days and nights and betweens.  Out there, but in here.  Words dancing from inside appearing in plasmatic miracle.  Poetry and prose, musical and lyric, rambling but coherent.  This is my aim for this particular corner of the interwebs.  This is a place for me to flex my new found skills as they manifest themselves through the course of time.  A place to link to creations, mine and others.  A place to log this journey through four dimensions, while keeping an eye on the other six or seven.  Shall we go .. you and I while we can?