Every year for the past several, a few minutes past midnight on New Year’s Eve, I call my parents to wish them a Happy New Year. Some years I wake them up. Others, like this past one, when I ask if they’re awake they respond with “Hell yeah!”
Sometimes we talk about resolutions or goals for the coming year and sometimes we just talk about whether it’s an even or an odd year. My Mom says that even years are better. I tend to agree.
While there was nothing really wrong with 2011, there wasn’t a whole lot that seemed particularly great. I lost my job in March. Not that I was particularly upset, I had been trying to get out of that hell hole for months. But still, it wasn’t great in the long run.
I released two new CD’s in August, as well as two Christmas singles in November. The CD Release Show in August, while it didn’t go as planned, turned out to be a night to remember. In fact, many people who were there still talk to me about it. But despite the great turnout, the heavy radio play, the awesome and abundant press and touring, none of it sold all that well and it didn’t seem to help me gain any ground in the local music scene.
We rescued, fostered and found homes for a handful of dogs in 2011. It’s great to find homes for them and it’s even more awesome to get news that they’re doing great and they’re new owners love them a lot. But we can only do so much and the very public groups advocating positive messages for animal welfare, seem to be more focused on shouting the loudest or having the last word or disagreeing because of their closed-mindedness.
And we lost ear X-tacy. I, at least, got to work there for a few months before it closed. I gotta say, it was the greatest job I have ever and will ever have.
Yes, 2011 wasn’t a bad year, it just wasn’t a great year. Perhaps because it was an odd year. And it was an odd year, indeed.
Two days into 2012, I’ve rearranged two of the busiest rooms in our house: the living room and the office. We’ve been saying for a while we were going to do it, but things come up and life moves forward, ready or not. But I finally did it. I mean, it’s not 100% done, but it’s mostly done.
I finally got all my music gear set up and hooked up and organized. I’m planning on a very productive musical year. I think.
I made the decision in October to stop playing shows. After a weekend of shows where the collected audience totaled zero, my heart sank, my resolve failed and I knew what had to be done. Or not done anymore.
I stopped booking shows, I swore off music. Of course, I then had the most productive few months musically than I’ve had in a long time. So, I’m going to try some new things this year and hopefully I’ll have a very musically productive year.
It’s an even year. Mom always said even years were better. Well, I hope she’s right. I think we could all use a better year.
Good luck this year.


