Jittery
I love the people who are nice enough to play in my band. I'm a lucky sonuvabitch. Rehearsing always gets straight to the core of: Why am I doing this? Oh right. This is why.
6 days to street date, 15 days to the CD release party, 22 days to the next mini tour.
I doubt that money worry will ever change. It seems to me that in order to pay everybody properly (ie at all), we're going to have to pull in 5 or 6 times more dough than we normally do. How do we do this? I don't fucking know. In the meantime, I will shower these people with love and gratitude for being part of something that I guess they like doing, otherwise there's really no reason why they'd be here.
Like I said, lucky as hell.
6 days to street date, 15 days to the CD release party, 22 days to the next mini tour.
I doubt that money worry will ever change. It seems to me that in order to pay everybody properly (ie at all), we're going to have to pull in 5 or 6 times more dough than we normally do. How do we do this? I don't fucking know. In the meantime, I will shower these people with love and gratitude for being part of something that I guess they like doing, otherwise there's really no reason why they'd be here.
Like I said, lucky as hell.
posted by Megan Hamilton at 9:34 AM
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