Friday, February 04, 2005
Okay, that should teach me
...to get my pants in a bunch over something before I know all the facts.
Plus, emails aren't really the best way of communicating thoughts and concerns, and are like an open door for misunderstandings, so after we all got together last night after practice, we put the smack down on each other, and in the end felt so warm and fuzzy that we were ready for a group hug.
It's not that they want a new manager... it's just that they want to leave the possibility open that should someone who does this professionally and for a living want to take us over, we can make the switch without hurting anyone's feelings. And that this should be put in writing, along with a lot more administrative stuff revolving around money and copyrights and shares and percentages, so that later there could never arise any problems or misunderstandings.
Paperwork, paperwork... when did this whole thing stop being a fun endeavour for our own amusement in our living room, and turn into a bunch of administrative stuff, heavy leather-bound organizers, road managers, public relations managers, marketing strategies, and contracts?
Not that I am complaining, of course... only the right amount of taking this seriously and turning it into a business can possibly take us somewhere one day.
Not to mention the fact that the more serious we become, the higher my chances of being able to stay in the country will be, seeing as my only justifyable reason to do so is if we can make big buckaroos by playing music.
Hey! Let a girl have her dreams! She has nothing else to hold on to these days, m'kay?
Of course I am aware that this sort of thing has nothing to do with the mission of this here blog... however, since I have decided to let my "real" blog rest for a while at least, this blog here will become a combination of both... trivial everyday stuff... band progress stuff... bisexual stuff. Of course I'll try to keep the trivialities to a minimum, no worries. ;)
And just to throw in today's naughty tidbit to complete this post: if things keep healing at the rate that they currently are, I'm having my hopes up for a little nookie come the beginning of next week... with necessary precautions taken, of course... but nookie nonetheless... PAR-TAY!
Plus, emails aren't really the best way of communicating thoughts and concerns, and are like an open door for misunderstandings, so after we all got together last night after practice, we put the smack down on each other, and in the end felt so warm and fuzzy that we were ready for a group hug.
It's not that they want a new manager... it's just that they want to leave the possibility open that should someone who does this professionally and for a living want to take us over, we can make the switch without hurting anyone's feelings. And that this should be put in writing, along with a lot more administrative stuff revolving around money and copyrights and shares and percentages, so that later there could never arise any problems or misunderstandings.
Paperwork, paperwork... when did this whole thing stop being a fun endeavour for our own amusement in our living room, and turn into a bunch of administrative stuff, heavy leather-bound organizers, road managers, public relations managers, marketing strategies, and contracts?
Not that I am complaining, of course... only the right amount of taking this seriously and turning it into a business can possibly take us somewhere one day.
Not to mention the fact that the more serious we become, the higher my chances of being able to stay in the country will be, seeing as my only justifyable reason to do so is if we can make big buckaroos by playing music.
Hey! Let a girl have her dreams! She has nothing else to hold on to these days, m'kay?
Of course I am aware that this sort of thing has nothing to do with the mission of this here blog... however, since I have decided to let my "real" blog rest for a while at least, this blog here will become a combination of both... trivial everyday stuff... band progress stuff... bisexual stuff. Of course I'll try to keep the trivialities to a minimum, no worries. ;)
And just to throw in today's naughty tidbit to complete this post: if things keep healing at the rate that they currently are, I'm having my hopes up for a little nookie come the beginning of next week... with necessary precautions taken, of course... but nookie nonetheless... PAR-TAY!
