An April Fool's to Remember SLASH the BIIIIGGGG step

Finally, after less than 2 months of blogging, and almost no effort, I've made it!

How disgusting would that be if it were true? It's more like this: after 2 months of obsessive posting, reflecting, pushing myself, bragging, uploading music, conquering fears and crying about whether I'm even doing it right, somebody said yes.

Somebody is going to pay me to provide them with music. Some of it by others, some of it by me. What the hell?

Starting in April. So I still have some time to be a vagabond.

I twisted and arm, pined over the details, wrote a proposal, kept showing up to convince him, and he left a big job in my as-yet-to-be-determined-capable hands. I spent two weeks looking up anything on how to host an open mic night and then the chords to every song I can imagine hearing played on a guitar (and then about a million that NOBODY can imagine on a guitar, just for good measure.) I read up on the rules and etiquette of an open mic. My friends and family gave me advice on what to say (ok folks, tonight is so and so's birthday, lets make her feel welcome) and what not to (ok folks, nobody has heard this asshole play before, its his first time! lets hope he's not terrible. give' er!). Then I added up everything I know about music (actually quiet a bit) and hosting a crowd (enough to not pop the mic or insult anyone who doesn't deserve it) and then, finally, about being a musician who has to organize other musicians. Its not a bud summation.

This is the part that I am most excite-terrified about. Mostly because musicians are a temperamental, broody, and unpredictable breed. Factor in that these are amateurs trying out their stuff. So in both ways I can relate, which gives me a slight advantage. They cast Zach Braff as the lead in Scrubs at tender 22, and his newbie-ness was a direct informant to his very real character and the feeling of terror and nervousness that comes with being thrown into the role of leader.

Here's hoping I don't lead anybody down a dark alley or into an unfair fight. A guitar is not a sturdy fighting implement. But at least it sounds pretty.