June 19th, 2014.

We’ve got to play a little bit of catch up because I just offloaded a bunch of photographs from my camera. Above, a Krampus that our friend Lacey gave me at one of my open mics before vanishing (like she does). I figured the best place for him to Live was atop my bantha. Don’t judge.

Being a rob, I’ve got to play the averages.  Here’s a look at my survival…

I was lying awake last night trying to figure out whether or not this weekend’s random trip to Ohio and back was really worthwhile – we’re traveling as a three-piece to Columbus and back, playing two shows and then hitting one in VA before headed back home. We’ll be away from home for about 60 hours, and we’re being paid “well” for a given value of “well”. We’re getting some radio airplay in association with one of the gigs, another is associated with a long-running booking agency that we don’t have a LOT of control over – and frankly it’s just sort of how the dates fell together, it wasn’t entirely planned to roll the way it’s about to play out.

And so – if you count “travel” as being on the job, driving to Ohio to Virginia and back, with moneys divided three ways and include setup and breakdown 25 we’re each making about $9 / hour. Which is shit. On the other hand we’re going to one of our favourite areas (bonus), only having to set up sound once (bonus), getting radio airplay, room for both nights (thanks to a fan with Connections), dinner for each of the three shows… now, of course that’s the number before gas and taxes – but because of the way travel expenses work on your tax forms, the fact that the car averages 40+ mpg, the way per diem write-offs work when you’re away from home, we’re probably actually making another 30 – 40% of that number in tax write-offs.

Steve Pollack showing off one of his new cigar box creations.

Now – if we look at the entire upcoming week I just about double those income numbers, but the tax write-off numbers probably fall to about 10% over what comes out to be about a 60 hour work-week. Of course that doesn’t account for “office” activities – i.e. almost ALL of my spare time is spent booking, advertising, writing, rehearsing… etc, etc, etc. Being a rockstar isn’t something you put down and go home from. Ever. But it’s hard to determine some of the overlap there as a lot of “travel” hours overlap with “office” hours (i.e. as Heather drives I get a LOT of work done, photo editing is almost always done on the Wednesday drive to HMT) and there’s overlap betwixt House of Musical Traditions and answering band emails, etc.

It’s all complex, but I pay the rent, buy cool stuff, put stuff into savings and generally move my carcass from day to day. I’m rarely bored. I also rarely sleep. It’s got its plusses and minuses.

Notes from the road : Heather says “fuck” an awful lot. We’ve all got the vestiges of nasty coughs. We’re listening to a lot of the Police. We’re passing a lot of police. As always, I-70 is a stunning stretch of road. 40 miles till we stop for gas (we’ll stop for gas three times on this journey). Yeah. She says it a LOT a lot actually. REAL Humvees are bad-ass, not like their idiot “street legal” second cousins. We keep passing giant machinery that looks like it’s designed to perform mass slaughter when Judgment Day comes.

Gratuitous photo gallery of Heather’s kittens…

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