I’ve been thinking a lot about this past year, and I’m left in awe of how many people I met and how many new friends I made in 12 short months. 12 months. That’s how long I’ve been immersing myself in the local scene. That’s not a long time. I feel like I’ve known a lot of you for much longer than that. In the best way possible, of course.
A lot has happened to me, personally over the past year. At this time last year, I had what I thought was my dream job at a radio station that I had a ton of respect for. I worked my ass off, nearly seven days a week for them. I loved what I did, so much that I ignored personal turmoil and how they (the management) made me feel about my personal life. I cried almost every day, but what did it matter if I got to do what I loved for even a sliver of a day? I stayed.
Over the course of the next four months, I continued to emcee shows and meet new people (musicians, their significant others, their fans, etc.). Meeting you guys was the best thing that happened in the past year. My marriage was toast, I was getting increasingly disgusted with how I was being treated at work, I made some mistakes I wish I could take back. I felt like everything was falling apart. Throwing myself into the local music scene was my therapy. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was where I belonged. I had a purpose.
By the end of August, I had reached my breaking point. I loved what I did, but I chose my dignity instead of my craft. I resigned from said radio station. I needed to be someplace where I wasn’t spoken down to and my ideas and opinions weren’t discarded the second they came off my lips. It was the hardest decision I’ve had to make (deciding to end my marriage wasn’t even that difficult). So, I left my job. Left my marriage. Found myself someone who enjoys the same things that I enjoy (live music, duh). His name is Michael, and he plays guitar in local metal band Culling The Herd. Talk of marriage, kids, and life together is frequent. Things I didn’t think were truly in the cards for me. I honestly thought that I’d be alone, with the exception of my cat, for the rest of my life. We can clone sheep, so why the hell can’t we make a cat immortal? Get with it, science.
Things were rough for a while, there. Hell, they still kind of are, but it’s getting better. I have my mornings where I don’t want to be alive. I also have mornings where I wake up and I’m ready to kick life in the taint. Come at me, bro.
I’m so glad I have you guys. Truly. You keep me focused on what’s important. Never give up on your dreams, ever. Don’t let anyone, no matter how big and bad they think they are (even when in reality, they’re not that big), put you down and make you feel awful about yourself. Somewhere, there is another radio opportunity for me. I have to believe that it will present itself when the universe feels I’m ready.
I can’t wait to see what this next year has in store for all of us. More bands to discover, more opportunities to seize, and maybe if I’m feeling like torturing the world a bit, I’ll produce a little demon spawn of my own. Who knows. Cheers and beers!
As you can see, I’ve sprinkled some of my favorite pictures taken during the past year into this post. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do. Ya’ll are some cool motherfuckers. I cannot imaging my life now if I hadn’t met you. Love you all.