Give me a sign. . . .
It is 11:20. I should be home, sitting in front of my fireplace or thinking about going to bed, but instead I am downtown at Authentic Records headquarters, trying to keep up, trying to dig out and racking my brain trying to figure out how to get ahead in this crazy rock and roll rat race. I'm sitting here in an empty bldg with uncle tupelo playing on the world cafe in the backround behind me, fueling my thoughts as silver dollar pancake sized snowflakes float past the streetlights out the southfacing windows I can't help but stare out of. Give me a sign. Then a flash of light, lightning strikes somewhere in the distance and instantly the glimmer of hope that is KUNI radio . . . . is gone. Nothing but static. What am I supposed to think? Lightning in a snowstorm? I should go home.
Jason
Jason
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You can always come play at Smitty's in Waterloo!
What I've found to always be true, if not in the rock & roll world then in life, is that when times seem the worst and most hectic. Great things always follow if you just slug through it.
As long as you keep making music, I'll be there listening.
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