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Here I am again, in The Kid Used To Dream

  • May 5, 2026, 4:23 a.m.
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Found myself in another hotel room for 2 nights this week. It’s a stacked week. I have a phone call for a meeting in the morning, soundcheck for a show I’m doing Tues night at noon… Hit the stage at 5450pm… All the downtime in between… Prepping for 3 more huge meetings between Wed and Thur.

All of this - and the sinus and pollen have knocked me down. I’m worried about my performance… I’m concerned I’ll be limited vocally. Also, at the same time - there will be a room full of artists too - and I already know they don’t give a rip about me. I sort of want to change that. I would love to connect with some of them so we possibly might work together sometime.

I’m always like - Lord - I’m gonna sit this one out and let you have it. Just move thru me if You will..

I think progressing away from trying to hide and not be seen makes me aware of what the opposite of that means. I have to force myself to be okay with being seen. I have to be okay with putting myself out there more. Don’t get me wrong - for as long as I can remember I could turn it on like a light switch when I got behind a microphone. It’s when I’m one on one that made me want to blend in with the furniture. Now that I am forcing myself out of that mold I have to do more to connect when the music isn’t playing.

Anyway - good vibes this way is appreciated..


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