
Exactly a year ago today I was playing a Songwriters Showcase at the Bluebird Cafe in Nashville to a packed crowd of 300 people. That was followed by my own showcase at Borders Books on Broadway. Now , a year later, I work in a Smoothie shop making wraps and sandwiches. Kinda funny how I feel like I've gone backwards instead of forwards. The only possible good thing is I can now relate to those who have to actually do this with no other means of skill or talent other than showing up for work. I feel like now I have a new respect for people in the food industry- of all types, because it really is hard. I remember a few years ago when I was turned down for a waiter position because I didnt have any experience. I thought "well any monkey can do this!". Well now, I think maybe any monkey can't do this. But I am taking it all in stride. At least this year I got to sing "My Loudoun County Home" at America's Cup of Polo- selected via youtube. And they did have a nice write up about me on the Washington Post Blog, and I was well recieved there. Still, I feel like nothing has turned out the way I planned it. Nothing. I think when I was 16 I kinda had my life mapped out. By this time I was supposed to be touring the country in my own bus, with millions of fans- (many female ones), and having interviews on Conan O'Brien show, and being hailed as the next Alternative Country Music Pioneer. And possibly even married to a beautiful wife and possibly children and a beautiful house out in the country with my own recording studio and a few horses. And that was my dream life. Now here I am in my late 20s, living at home with my father and my crazy Aunt Virginia, working at a smoothie shop by day, and playing coffeeshops by night. And thats not to say I'm not living my dream. Everytime I step in front of that microphone in front of an audience, I am living my dream- a dream I had since I was in diapers. Yet, still, there is little if any money, or means of support, and my entire direction has fallen on death ears.
The strains of "Sweet Tea" may never go beyond my bedroom or someone watching on YouTube. However, at least I tried. I am not a failure, because I tried. And in the end, thats what matters.



