It’s been almost a week, I know. Here goes excuse #437 for absentee blog-hostery: Rogers Internet failed me & Roof-fixin’ Bubbas managed to exacerbate the already poor internet access in the apartment. I spent one unpleasant afternoon doing job-hunt-related e-mails in the internet ‘cafe’ downstairs & vowed never again.
So the long weekend was longer than expected - Not like Lennon’s lost weekend or anything, but it was spicier than any previous emptied-out-city 3-day’er. It was great to have Nikki’s Chris here from LA for the weekend - we caught some decent shows (Gentleman Reg’s video release party with surprisingly kickass comedy openers & this mega-charismatic & ambitious young band called the D’Urbervilles) - but I think that the stuff that I’m listening to/supporting is a bit too rough around the edges for some of the more polished acts Chris’d be interested in checking out (could’ve done Wolf Parade, but my Phoenix contacts were for naught…the gig sold out months in advance superquick)
…but I digress, I took him to the Toronto fauxhemian ‘hipster’ hangout, Drake hotel/underground/cafe & my fav bar/indie rock out/blues standard, the Silver Dollar Room. He & the beau got along like gangbusters swapping stories about MTL & old session musicians & franco-celeb singers….
Phase Two of the job-hunt is waddling along: 2nd interviews, new introductions and application deadline-watching - oh my! If all goes well, I will be gainfully employed somewhere, anywhere within the next couple of weeks - rounds of 50s’re are on me…for once…The worst part is the not knowing - the ‘hang in there’s & ‘it’ll all work out’s - I’m used to saying that crap to people when I find out they have to move to Ottawa, they’re not supposed to say it to me with patronizing & pitying looks. Sheesh.
After talking to Nikki & hearing about what’s going on in ATX, it makes me want to reinvestigate school plans & in a couple of years to help artists/labels/songwriters navigate legal b.s. But I am so not ready to go back to school for another couple of years - I need to improve my standard of living & set aside some cash & make contacts, etc, etc, etc. I feel like this year has been a good stalling year in that I didn’t commit to a real job, I made okay money & I met a ton of people that genuinely look out for me as mentors. But that can only take me so far. I don’t know how much longer I can leverage the ‘intern’ label & benefit from people’s goodwill, you know?
Enough about me! ugh. I depress & embarrass myself - I’ve been moaning & groaning about the job prospects - I over think it & worry that I won’t agree with what an employer stands for & how what I do for a living reflects my beliefs…& I go through all these different classifications & evaluations of what ’selling out’ really is - a regular Holden Caulfield summer vacation.
I’ve been getting a ton of great news from around the world - Roberto might be off to the Deutschland to be a techie…after he aces his PMP exams; Toshi has perfected his lip synching & dance-routining chops; Peg’s won over all of New Mexico with her organizational prowess at the Duke City Shootout Film Fest; Tam’s settling into the Great White Norf lifestyle & managing Eastenders withdrawal; Jax is counting down to another Bolivia ‘heal the world’ mission; the Beau shacks up with LSE students in a week; Karim hunted down Beantown lodgings; Martin played the Horseshoe (?!) while I was drinking Drake juice…..the list goes on & oan.
Enough swivelchair philosophizing…I should start researching more jobs so I have some faux-insightful interview sound bites…the job search has officially turned me into a robot.
Peace
meegs
p.s.: This Thursday (tomorrow, dur) at the Rivoli, Mike Evin’s performing in a show that flips the stage into the middle of the joint in a radio-show-style format…DAVID CELIA BAND (9 pm); CRESCENT & FROST (10 pm); MIKE EVIN (11 pm); ALANA KURTIS (midnight). $7 at the door.
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