March 27, 2017
Lieutenant's Log #14
It was 55 degrees in Kiel. That's the warmest day yet, but I didn't get out today. My voice needed me to sleep in. It's hard to believe that it's been 5 weeks already. 5 more to go. I really could use a few days of not singing, but that's not going to happen for a while.
I might spend an extra week here in Europe gigging in Sweden with Doru. We're waiting to hear from the agent. The last two nights have been more of a concert environment. Folks returning to enjoy the music, totally engaged. It couldn't be more clear that returning to the states is a pointless consideration for me, regarding work. Here, even the agents think I'm... special. When I'm home I can't even get a 'pay me little to nothing gig' at the local Big Tree Inn. I don't even want to talk about Rochester. Yes, I know, the ole '... in your hometown' schpiel, well it's not like they're not hiring other hometown folks. Anyway, if I could figure out how to stay in Europe, I would, but it's a hard consideration at this chapter of my life, that is, not without key components such as a dedicated agent or manager.
Since stepping away from Facebook, it's been interesting and refreshing, reacquainting myself with no illusions of having a social life or real friends. The post election revealed things in people that I found disappointing to disgusting. It reminded me of why I kept my distance from people in the first place. I now only post my blog or music. There's a few special folks out there, but music is my one dependable friend. We're spending more time together.
Last night, yet another Norwegian guy, offered his wife or girlfriend to me. He kept asking me to give her a kiss and she was clearly welcoming the idea. Indeed another tall attractive woman. I just couldn't do it. Then he decided that he would kiss me instead. He grabbed me and planted one... Actually, it wouldn't have been so bad if he had shaved. The stubble felt like there was a scrub brush digging into my face. To think that some women some don't mind this at all.
Guys, if you want to kiss me, shave.