A Day To Remember
I have good news and bad news.
The bad news is really bad, and the good news is really good.
Bad news first: my dad, whom I love very much despite our emotionally attenuated interactions, has been diagnosed with cancer. The prognosis is fair; he's scheduled to receive a pre-operative course of radiation and chemotherapy, followed by a surgery and possibly more chemo after that. The surgeon says his condition is currently "manageable", but things certainly do not look stellar by any means. If you're of the praying kind, please say one for my pops; he's got a lot to live for and we're not ready to see him go. It breaks my heart to see my dad in fear for his life. I hope to God he can get through this...
Mere hours after consulting with the surgeon today (and whilst feeling like a man in a deep funk), I received a phone call that I've been waiting more than ten years to receive.
Last week, I sent 3 demos to a man that I contacted out of the proverbial "clear blue sky" about a month ago. That man's name is Marvin Etzioni.
Marvin Etzioni is a multi-instrumentalist and record producer. He's produced albums for "roots"-type artists such as Victoria Williams, Grey DeLisle, Peter Case and Tom Freund. He produced the track "Miller's Angels" on Recovering The Satellites, cut by a little band called Counting Crows. You may have heard of them before. Marvin has even played mandolin on some of the Dixie Chicks' material.
Most importantly (to me), Marvin produced a song called "Brother" and the album Pale, both early gems from my favorite band of all time, Toad the Wet Sprocket.
Marvin Freaking Etzioni heard our demos and said he'd love to make a record with us.
I could go on, but I won't. I will savor this moment of validation and preserve the details for myself and those in my Circle of Trust. This day has taken everything I had to give, but I will never forget it as long as I can rub two brain cells together.
The bad news is really bad, and the good news is really good.
Bad news first: my dad, whom I love very much despite our emotionally attenuated interactions, has been diagnosed with cancer. The prognosis is fair; he's scheduled to receive a pre-operative course of radiation and chemotherapy, followed by a surgery and possibly more chemo after that. The surgeon says his condition is currently "manageable", but things certainly do not look stellar by any means. If you're of the praying kind, please say one for my pops; he's got a lot to live for and we're not ready to see him go. It breaks my heart to see my dad in fear for his life. I hope to God he can get through this...
Mere hours after consulting with the surgeon today (and whilst feeling like a man in a deep funk), I received a phone call that I've been waiting more than ten years to receive.
Last week, I sent 3 demos to a man that I contacted out of the proverbial "clear blue sky" about a month ago. That man's name is Marvin Etzioni.
Marvin Etzioni is a multi-instrumentalist and record producer. He's produced albums for "roots"-type artists such as Victoria Williams, Grey DeLisle, Peter Case and Tom Freund. He produced the track "Miller's Angels" on Recovering The Satellites, cut by a little band called Counting Crows. You may have heard of them before. Marvin has even played mandolin on some of the Dixie Chicks' material.
Most importantly (to me), Marvin produced a song called "Brother" and the album Pale, both early gems from my favorite band of all time, Toad the Wet Sprocket.
Marvin Freaking Etzioni heard our demos and said he'd love to make a record with us.
I could go on, but I won't. I will savor this moment of validation and preserve the details for myself and those in my Circle of Trust. This day has taken everything I had to give, but I will never forget it as long as I can rub two brain cells together.
