// June 29th, 2011 // Joe's Blog
Do you ever notice how life sometimes grants us open doors that seem remarkable, unbelievable and just awe inspiring? Life goes well for a few months or years, everything is going smooth. And then, all of a sudden, something happens… That new thing in your life no longer is new and it then becomes an extra bag for us to tote through this whimsical world of life. Something happened from A → B in this open door. But what was it?
I’ve had several of these instances in my life. Some lasted just a few months, one has lasted over ten years. There’s things in my life that when they were present, were the pinnacle of my world. Take for instance my former disc jockey role at WMMT 88.7 FM and BounceRadio.net. For that 8 year time period, I devoted myself to the cause and diligently tried to improve myself and keep raising the bar. Even though I left on a respectable terms, and it was hard to give up, at the time I had no choice. I had to drop the bags and move on to the next terminal of life.
I used to be a noted podcaster for several years from 2006-2009. The podcast was syndicated on iTunes worldwide, and for a period of months, we were ranked in the top 20 always under the Performing Arts category of podcasts. The show was called Switchback, and during the 3 year run, I interviewed hundreds of Blue Man Group fans, noted rock musicians ranging from Todd Rundgren, Tom Shipley, Jason Isbell, Mark Knight and even the founding members of Blue Man Group. But like everything else in my life, it got stale. The shows became a burden instead a labor of love. I had to drop of this bag at the terminal as well.
I was once a gospel singer, musician and traveled with my mother and father all over the tri-state Kentucky, Virginia and Tennessee area singing the good news of the Lord. I met some amazing saints of God along the way, saw some awesome churches and ate some killer food (southern women know how to cook at church homecomings.) I done this from 1993-2009, and the run ended when I moved to Florida. Even though I don’t regret my life’s choice to move and relocate, I felt bad for my family that I left behind to be on their own again. I will admit, I didn’t like the fact of getting up at 5:30 AM on a Sunday morning, to bath and be fully clothed in church attire and out the door by 6:30 AM to drive 2-3 hours in a mini-van loaded with sound equipment, instruments and merchandise. That got old, fast. I missed out on hanging out with friends on Saturday nights, because I had to be in bed by 9PM to be up on time the next morning. Not all singing appointments were like this though. Some were local, and some were a blast. I still love to sing and praise my God for what all he’s done for me, and I enjoy playing my piano and composing/recording melodies. But like the rest of my life, this bag too had to be dropped off at the terminal gates.
I was once a MC at a local coffee shop in downtown Whitesburg, KY called Summit City Lounge. It is a happening little place on Main Street and they have a delicious menu. The owners, a husband and wife team, approached me about doing a weekly event at night called “Open Mic.” I would run it, organize the list of performers and engage the crowd with some silly antics. I even gone as far as being the sound guy for all the performers on stage. Now this was a cool little gig. It even blossomed into a pay job, as I started branching out booking bands for the very busy weekends. It was one of the funnest times of my life, and l met some of the most talented individuals that could stand behind a microphone. But, with life, and a new found interest in the state of Florida, I had to resign my role as MC of over a year. I never will forget Joel and Amelia and all the done for me. This bag sadly had to be escorted with tears and a long face at the terminal.
Did you know I once worked at a place that all the employees were reputable rock musicians? DrummerConnection.com was such a place, and for a period of 5 months it became a new passion for me in 2009. I love the people, I loved the fact I could use my musical skills in the piano and I loved my boss and his work environment. I got to meet some pretty stellar people in the drum circle world, and make connections that to this day I still keep. But, things happened in my life personally that I could not control, and again, I got that all too familiar stale feeling. Needless to say, this case was left at the terminal door to.
So, here I am, 2011… I’m wide eyed at the world around me, and examining my arms for baggage. There’s a part of my life that has been on the teeter totter for some time, and it all started in 1999 on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. I saw a group of 3 bald blue guys that captivated my heart and soul. It infused with me inspiration to create, and a passion to be artistic. That was in 1999-2000. In 2001, I founded Blue Man Group’s official first fan base web site called the Blue Man Library, (BML). It ran for a long time, all the way to Feb. 2010 when I finally pulled the plug on the site due to overwhelming costs of server space and bandwidth. I never will forget that day… I must have cried for weeks. It’s like nurturing a child for 10 years and then letting it die right before your eyes, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I was heart broken. But, it came with accurate timing, because of recent evens within the company and myself, I was able to merge with Blue Man Productions and become an Insider. Man, what a run. I’ve seen cities I could only dream about before. Skylines towering, street lights on every corner, the brisk cold Rocky Mountain air hitting your face in December, the sweet aroma of The Venetian in Las Vegas to the hustle of New York City. All because of one group, one company and one web site I made. Phenomenal it is.
In recent months, my attention has been lacking in the realm of the Blue. I’m not sure why to honest. I’m surely not jaded to the shows, company or being an Insider. It hurts most when no one seems to listen. It hurts most when something you’ve planned and conceived has been downsized to a mere former shell of itself. It hurts most when I scream, and no one listens. It hurts most when you’re on the inside looking back. It hurts most when you’re promised bells and whistles, and all you have in your pocket is lint. It hurts… This bag I’m holding with a light grasp of the fingertips. I’m standing at the terminal of my own life, watching the train go by and wondering if I should let go of this bag and move on down the line, or keep it. God grant me wisdom in this situation. Maybe this is my problem, I talk too much, I don’t know… Maybe I should mind my own business and just let it be what it is meant to be, “business.” I just don’t like pacified to get by.