In one week, Self Help Radio makes its Portland debut. I'm sure you've heard. It's weird, it seems so far away & yet I know it's simply seven (really six) days away.
Listen: time has been weird to me here. We arrived here about three & a half months ago but I could swear I've lived here longer. In a way, I long for the continual gloom & rain I have heard so much about, the summer has been mostly dry, & bright, & clement.
Am I doing anything special for the show? Sort of, but not really. I actually haven't even started working on it, since I have the Indiepop A To Z show to do this week. That is probably a bad sign.
There is one thing I will not miss: recording my own airbreaks. Oh jumpin' jeebus on a jet place that takes so much time. I prefer to do them live & by gum I will be doing them live. I think it might also let me focus on the music more, since I'll have time to do so - a lot of my calculus about putting together a podcast naturally takes into account the time to record & edit. But no more!
This is all a bit too navel-gazey for me but I did look up from my life tonight & realize next Monday will be something different for me. As my dad used to say to me: Don't fuck it up, boy!
He had a way with words.
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