While reading check out the latest from the studio. This is a great tune done by John Kieselhorst.
Ran across a post on facebook that says, "Don't cling to a mistake just because you spent a lot of time making it." Screw that with a stick in a bucket. I worked hard on my mistakes. I've earned them, they're mine. Once you've decided on a mistake stick with it because you'll never actually know if it was a mistake until you're dead, and even then it might turn out to not be a mistake at all. Mistakes guide your destiny. The only true mistake is not giving a mistake enough time to mature and bloom into a complete waste of time. Sure some mistakes become apparent pretty quick. Like that moment lying on the floor bleeding out after running with scissors, or as you haul out the crack pipe while sitting in a dumpster. At that point one might say to one's self, "I may have made a mistake." or "oops" or just a gurgling giggle of embarrassment as you wonder wtf you thinking. Other mistakes take a while to mature and bloom into full failure. The bigger the potential waste of time, the more time it takes to make. The really good full kitorkilarney wasted life mistakes often take a very long time indeed. Funny thing about time: one day you start something, then one day you realize it's either done, or you're good at it, or it's long forgotten and filed away under "stuff you're no good at". Suppose for instance you were trying to decide on a good mistake and you had it narrowed down to either trying to make a living playing music or driving to Proxima Centauri in a beater '93 Cadillac Deville. Both are an equally disastrous waste of time. Now, I know you're thinking either mistake would crazy epic stupid. But consider this: Back in the sixties we spent a whack of money and time getting to the moon. Millions of dollars and millions of man hours spent in a herculean effort to go collect some rocks from very far away. People actually died and it was very very hard, similar to making a living with music. We could have gone outside and grabbed a few rocks off the ground but no, we had to go to the moon to get them. We claimed they were special rocks we needed for our collection, and by golly if they weren't either. I saw a moon rock in a museum once and it looked like a regular rock, but you could tell it was special by the lighting and hushed awe. The closest star is Proxima Centauri at about about 4.24 light years away. If I drove there at 120 km per hour, which about max for my old Caddy (Above that things start flapping), it would take 9 million years per light year to get there, So about 38 million years travel time. One might think it would be a big mistake to try to drive there in a '93 Caddy. No paved roads or gas stations for a start, and of course there's the air thing. The tricky part would be to find the exact right spot to drive off the edge of the world. If you were off a bit you might miss it entirely. Mind you, once you got it up to speed you could coast for most of it. Maybe duct tape up the doors too so you don't lose air. I just replaced the heater core so I should be good there. Hencely, You wouldn't know for sure it was a mistake for 38 million years, which is about the same amount of time it takes to make a living playing music. Irritating people say "It's not the destination it's the journey" like they're all wise. It's an ok enough saying, it's just most people saying it are parroting new age drivel with that look on their face. That grand gift of vast wisdom with the gleam of you're welcome in their eyes. Seize the day my son! Assholes sure, but if they're right and the journey is in fact the best part, then driving to Proxima Centauri would extend the journey long past your expiration date. The good stuff in life often feels like you've made a terrible mistake for a very long time. The trick to stacking time waiting for confirmation of the correct path is to just assume that's it, that's all you do, and you'll never be any good at it. Live the mistake, but like government, never admit it was a mistake. In fact, if you jump up and down hard enough, maybe hold press conferences saying it was a giant leap for mankind and the like, then organize ticker tape parades to show off your rocks or CD's of original music, everyone will assume you're wildly successful and will never suspect it was all a big mistake. One person's mistake is another person's life fulfillment. The path of life is quite different from one person to the next. There are as many paths as there are individual realities. Even with the bombardments of conformity through peer pressure and mass media, two people leading parallel lives with the same TV channels living on the same block will nonetheless live in completely different realities. Many conform and merge into the mold to join the tunnel visioned masses of The Filler People. Those without souls or introspection going through life either unaware of the world around them, or convinced of a false world created by media. Most people would assume a life of music to be a colossal mistake fraught with monumental despair and doom, similar to driving a'93 caddy to Proxima Centauri. They're mostly right, there's no money in it and it's way fraughted, but it's not a mistake. Yet.