I decided to take a road trip.
I’m 3 hours from home.. test drove a used car..
Tried to haggle the price for the heck of it - turns out it was a no haggle dealership… Drats. Now, I feel bad for the salesman.. young guy; fellow musician. He shared his Spotify account with me. He’s a decent musician I might add…now, I really feel bad because I’m not there to buy actually just see if I can talk them down - again, no haggle. Gah!
I come back to the hotel room I booked and walked across the parking lot to the restaurant next door. Order a small Greek pizza, Mediterranean salad with steak and watch the NFL Draft… Decided to go to an IMAX movie and watch Michael.
If you wonder where I get my page name from - it probably has more to do with Michael Jackson than anything. I used to dream I did what he did…I would play his records and mimic the moves. I would stand out on the back porch and pretend the lightening bugs were cameras.
I had a meeting with a guy the other day on the phone that’s an artist developer. The truth of the matter is that I crossed an age where popularity on a scale like that is not viable. I knew that - didn’t need anyone to tell me. I’m pretty sure I would be worthless as a mega star…but it sure would be fun. I’m not talking from a money standpoint - the creative side would appeal to me more. I believe creating new songs and sounds with a team that kisses your backside to make it happen would be amazing.
It’s fun to dream… Just hope that kid wasn’t dreaming of selling that car today. Yikes!
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