Hey, everyone! I'm so sorry that this message is coming to you so late and so devoid of content. I have been in Mexico for the last few days and am going to remain here until the middle of the month. This is something that I have had planned for months, well before my accident, and despite my accident, I decided that we should press on. Let me explain.
A year and a half ago, today. On the 30th of March, I was in a pretty despondent way. Feeling like my music was worthless, that I was less than worthless, and I really didn't want to keep on keeping on. I had been grumbling on Twitch, and Discord, and a few other social media sites for weeks prior, and things were just getting really discouraging. And I was very lonely. And Hesitation Cuts, my 2019 release just hadn't electrified the world the way I thought it would, and I just felt like...why care? Why keep on keeping on? Why put in so much effort?
And whilst contending with this personal self-flagellation and self-excoriation, a fan from Twitch reached out via Discord with a long missive that was equal parts encouraging, kind, and celebratory of my music. And I, feeling so broken and alone at that time, responded. And this fan and I started up a regular correspondence, that then transformed into daily What's App messages, and then What's App video calls, Discord movie-watching, game-playing, book reading, and music sharing. We went from fan/performer, to acquaintances, to friends, and then ultimately, to harboring romantic feelings for each other.
We spent easily at least six hours a day together, every single day, from March 30th, 2020 until this very day. And a few months into the new whatever-this-thing-might-be-called, we tried to make plans to fly her from her home country to visit me in Austin, Texas. So we booked flights, arranged for her to get her passport, applied for an ESTA (the US/EU Visa Waiver program), and generally got very excited. And then Covid hit. Wah-wah-wah! Bzzt!
Go directly to jail. Do not pass GO. Do not collect $200.
But, we were not immediately deterred. We booked different flights. Made different plans. We could fly her through Istanbul. We could meet in some other country. And on, and on, and on. Every single iteration was a nightmare. Each of them for their own unique nightmarish circumstances. And it looked like all was lost. And then I remembered hurricane season in Puerto Vallarta, a Mexican town that my dad lived in for the past 20 years. The town my dad recently passed away in. Hurricane season. A time when the beautiful resort town was not heavily trafficked due to intense seasonal rain.
So, here I sit. In a very cheap AirBnb, in Mexico, with my lady-friend, quarantining for fourteen days, so we can then fly together back to the US. Finally. A year and many months after we made our very first plans. A year of frustration, hear-break, and constant disappointment. Until now.
I have been writing songs. I do have a handful of new tunes for you. Alas, I don't have the software that can convert the songs I recorded on my phone into decent recordings for your consumption. Not until I get back. So, all I have is a hello. And a promise that when I arrive back on the 14th of October, I should have four or five new songs for you.
I am renewing my love of making music on this trip to Mexico. Since the accident, I have lived in fear that my songwriting skills have suffered. And maybe they have. But, I will write through any hiccups, any disadvantages, any obstacles, any impediments that prevent me from delivering songs of the quality for which you are accustomed.
I love you all so much. Thank you so much for your continued support. You have been my life-line. My inspiration. The engine that powers this little car that is Get Set Go. I am currently in the process of devising a pretty huge new project. I will provide more details as soon the idea is fully formed. Give me a few days.
Be well. Eat your veggies. Live forever.