Yesterday, in the early evening, I set off to Atlanta, to the Atlantis Music Conference, to what must have been probably my 30th, maybe more, music convention in my almost 20 years in the music industry. Hell, I’ve been to South-by-Southwest for 17 out of the last 18 years….an old pro…an old timer…yeah, here I go again.
I headed out to downtown Athens to pick up my new good friend, Bruce Burch, head of the UGA Music Business Program. As I drove, I dialed a phone number, with fingers crossed and prayers sent off to a God I hardly believe in anymore in these days of infinite turmoil, political warfare, and all the other bullshit. As I dialed, I just said “C’mon God, give me a bone.” There was a answer….and in a few minutes, I nailed down a date for one of my clients, The Lee Boys, to perform on Conan O’Brien. A year in the making, this was a little victory in my life, and something that would hopefully bring some joy to others.
A pleasant ride to Atlanta, sharing personal triumphs, tragedies and future goals with my comrade Bruce, I ended up at a packed industry party of the young, beautiful and relevant that left me feeling out of place and well,honestly, irrelevant. I left early to go to my friends’ Amy and Steve’s house and arrived by10:00 PM. At this point in my life, a short time spent with my friends, The Daily show and Steven Colbert seemed to offer more satisfaction than the superficial networking that had been my option at the party.
I was awakened at 7:45 AM by the sound of my door opening, and a smile from a 2 ½ year old just wanting “Aunt Chelle” to get up. Hey, no turning back now! And after a couple of hours of coffee with mom and dad (Amy and Steve) and bonding over the comfy pillows on my bed, and some snuggling, I put my best face on and headed out the door to the conference.
After a nice brunch for the conference panelists, where I met some new folks and reconnected with a few old friends, I called a dear friend of mine, Traci, who worked down the street and who I had not seen for ages. Would I like to go to Target with her for her lunch break? Hell yeah! I needed as many friendly faces as I could get, and even though I hadn’t seen her in probably a year, our short visit was a comfortable as an putting on a old rubber glove. No pun intended….
Back at the convention, my nerves were on edge as I waited for the panel that I was participating in to begin. After all these years, you’d think I’d be so confident, yet here I was, speaking on a panel on Digital Music Marketing to a big group of wide-eyed youngsters that probably knew more about Myspace than I do! Hell, I’d been in the business long enough to recall life BEFORE the internet. Wait a second, I remember when MTV premiered! I even participated in a panel at SxSW around ‘96 or ’97 with the topic “Is the internet relevant for publicity” and now here I was about to speak as an expert on digital marketing!
A vodka and cranberry later, my nerves were quelled and the panel started, and next thing I knew I felt very calm, even confident amongst the 7 other all MALE panelists. I had the audience cracking up at some of points I made (they loved my pig and lipstick reference to bad music), and certainly they were paying attention to what I said. I, along with the whole panel, received very positive feedback afterwards.
While I knew I it would behoove me to stick around to “network,” I was adamant about going back to Athens after the panel. My client, partner, and the love of my life, Ken, had a gig playing at a local brewery. I luckily avoided the Atlanta traffic, and made it back for the last hour of the set and watched my talented guy poured his heart out in front of 100 or so beer-swilling, uncaring college students. No one cared about his lyrics or his music, yet he tried to give it his all, for two cases of beer and $25 in tips. Still, he tried to be appreciative.
We came home and I just wanted to “Veg” out. By chance, the movie “Jerry McGuire” was the only thing worth watching on the tube, and sick of political coverage, I tuned in. Even though I’ve seen it a few times, I cried my eyes out. The characters had passion, inspiration, friendship, loyalty, and in the end, it all paid off. Ironically enough, the next movie on was “Rocky Balboa.” Okay, you can call me sentimental, but the original “Rocky” is one of my all-time faves, and while “Rocky Balboa” may be an imitation of the original, and you may think Sylvester Stallone might be cheesy, no less, the movie is inspiring and you got to give Stallone props for having the gonads and guts to make a movie such as this and have it be a success.
I thought to myself about that same God that I have been doubting to wonder if my coming back to Athens, and seeing these movies was a sheer coincidence, or if someone was trying to remind me that to be successful in life, no matter how you define success, the one thing you have to have is heart. Heart, and a resilience to the negative influences that surround us, most importantly the negative influence that our own heart and soul can inflict on us, that self-doubt that creeps up on us and makes us question our own existence, or our relevance.
So, as I went to bed, and my fat and happy kitten, Doyle, my youngest “son,” crawled up on my tummy and started purring and genuinely seemed glad that he was alive and that I was alive, and that I had helped rescue him from the trailer park, it made me reflect on a day well spent. Even if I had gone into this venture with mixed emotions, in the end it made me count my blessings. And while I might be older, I am also wiser, and I have rolled with the changes, and the punches, and can share my wisdom and experience with the younger generation, and hopefully leave an imprint on this world. And as Rocky said, “The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place It will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me or nobody is going to hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit, it is about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward, how much can you take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done!”
Now, it is way past my bedtime, and tomorrow is another day, and another trip to Atlanta, and another chance to interact with my peers and friends, and perhaps learn something new, and for Ken to showcase his talents in front of some folks who might get it, or might not. But none of that is as important as living your life with passion and heart, and for taking the time to appreciate true good friends, family, a job well done, and yes, comfy pillows.