Travelling light

My life is broken up into about three separate and equal parts these days. Part one: the routine of going to work. Necessary evil. I don't hate this job; I surely don't love this job. It "pays the bills" and I am thankful for it. I'd rather be fishing.

And by fishing I mean sitting next to a lake with fish in it, eating baguette and avocado and drinking red wine. But kids, lets not get too far away from what I was going to say. Part two: when I'm not at the workplace I am in a mode of urgency to prepare myself for my move to Sweden. I leave October 24th. I arrive October 25th. I think I have a show on the other side of the country on October 26th. I've never lived outside of Illinois. Safe to say that I'm learning as I go in my planning for relocating my life to another country. You are allowed two large suitcases (maximum 70 pounds each I believe) on international flights. I have to bring a guitar with me so that will count as one bag. I have one suitcase/bag to fit, what I feel, are my most important belongings. I'm actually glad that the voltage is different there or else I'd be trying to find room for a coffee grinder, alarm clock with huge digital numbers, dvd player, etc... Stuff like that goes into my parent's basement for usage at a later time, maybe. But how many sweaters does a dude need? Can I survive with 2 pairs of shoes, one for nice weather, one for bad? Won't I get bored with so few stylistic choices? Who cares! I recently stopped worrying about stuff like this. Plan is to pack up a few boxes of items that won't fit in my bag and have them shipped or brought over when people come to visit. Btw, wanna come visit?

Regarding part two: I have a ton more to say about this planning process. I'll be revisiting it later, count on it. I haven't even scratched the surface yet. Part three: watching Anthony Bourdain's 'No Reservation'. Joke, sort of. No really, my album is coming out and I've got shows booked for October and beyond. I've no band, as you know. I don't want one either! On one hand not having band mates makes life a bit easier as you don't have to adhere to anyone's schedule but your own and you can just do whatever you want in most cases. But, big but here, jumping up on stage with a guitar (and now laptop) isn't the easiest thing to pass off on a crowd of unknown audience members. Why aren't I at some open mic night somewhere? Why am I sharing the bill with "real bands"? Where are my glasses? So, I've been tweaking, retooling, retweaking and overhauling. We'll see what happens. Results may vary.

More on all of this later...to the trenches I travel.