It was bound to happen.

It has happened. Until now, my sometimes life consuming "day job" only butted heads with my music ambitions in the sense that it was a huge time commitment, even for a "day job." It leaves much less time for writing and refining my sound then would be ideal, but "ideal" is a stupid hope for a musician like myself, and I've never whined that I wasn't swimming in time, freedom and disposable income, while I sit around and play guitar. I am grateful for my job and I'm lucky to have it. It's pretty kick-A as day jobs go (even if it does creep into the night pretty often). I've only sought for balance. In my usual foolishness, I have wanted to do/have a piece of it all.

Friday, May 29 was slated to be a great show at a great venue - the Soiled Dove Underground in Denver, opening up for Ryan Shupe and the Rubberband. I will now be in LA on a TV shoot that night, unable to return until Saturday morning. Basically, 16 hours too late to play the Soiled Dove. The thing that pains me the most is that I know people who have already purchased tickets to this show to see me. Plus, I will really miss the extra revenue of playing this show at this time when Jaime and I are trying to buy a home.

It was not a fun thing to call up the Talent Buyer at the Soiled Dove and tell him I had to go back on my commitment and he had to find someone else. I hope I haven't completely tainted my rep.

I have a responsibility to my employer and as much as it pains me to admit to my struggling independent songwriter colleagues, my priority is with CP+B (= blasphemy that may result in complete loss of respect from many of my talented musician friends). This is the first time I've really had to let a venue down and go back on my word. Let alone a stellar venue like the Soiled Dove, and a stellar show like Ryan Shupe. It stings. I'm hurting today, and I'll be hurting in LA on Friday, May 29. Maybe I'll write a song about it. When I get the time. Back to work.