Last Time In This House

I spent the Christmas holidays helping my grandparents pack up the house they lived in for the past 58 years as my Grandpa's health has been declining and they could no longer take care of the place.  I was there again this past weekend, picking up some items to bring back to my house and for my sister.  The house I grew up in was sold when I was 13 after my parents divorced, my grandparents sold their cottage in 2008 that my Grandpa had built 38 years prior, this was the last place that I could walk into and go all the way back.  I know change is inevitable, I accept that, but I'm going to miss that house, and that feeling more than anything.  Wrote this on the drive home yesterday.

Last time in this house
So many things
All put in their place
Only to be abandoned
Wondering where everyone went

What happened to the hustle and bustle
Now still
Silent
Kept only warm enough so the pipes don't freeze
A flood of memories can't be stopped though
It's inevitable for anyone who sees this place like this
Who has been here before
In another time
Another pace
A place that can't be returned to
But is held tightly

Good. Bye.
That's a hard thing to achieve when you really don't want to go
At least we're not kicking and screaming
At least not on the surface
Cracks are showing
Heavy sighs like the release of trapped steam from a geyser
There's a lot going on under there

This place has dignity
It's so proud
Classic
Classy
Humble
More stories in it than all these piles of books in boxes
You could drive right past it and never know
But I know.
And I know, as I walk out the door
That that's all I'll be able to do from now on

I'm packing one extra box
Doesn't weigh anything
I'm filling it with that smell
That feeling
Of knowing who you are when you walk down the stairs to the basement
The sound of the clock chimes every hour
The greetings at the side door
And the waves from the window when you leave
Honk the horn as you round the corner
And try to make it as good as a bye can be

On Following Dreams

*A friend of mine recently posted a note of Facebook about how he wanted to let people know that he was struggling. That though he generally posted positive/fun/funny things up there, that he was going through a hard time and just wanted to share that.  I thought that was really brave of him.  That motivated me to post this ramble that I wrote back in March of 2012.  Never shared it with anyone, never meant to, never really edited it, it was just a ramble, but here goes*

On following dreams

There’s something I want to explain.

For anyone who knows me or follows what I’ve been doing for the past many years, I think the perception is that I’m slowly but surely following a path that I believe in, pursuing a vision, and that slowly but surely, this dream is coming true.  I get to play shows all over the world, people are actually coming out to the shows, singing along, sharing incredible stories with me afterwards, I don’t work another job, it’s all happening.

I post messages and photos about all the wonderful places I visit, all the moments, all these little dreams come true.  I tell stories from the stage about doing the things you’ve always wanted to, about being inspired, about hope, about human beings being beautiful because they’re human, both in triumph and in failure.

All of the above is true.  My life is a collection of moments that are so blessed, so powerful, so rich.  The way that I get to interact with people, the way that I get to share of myself and have people share back, the homes I get to stay in and people I get to have meals with, the stories I get to hear and places I get to see, it’s incredible.  So rich.

But I want you to know that there’s another side.  Not so you can feel sorry for me or REALLY see the truth.  I’ve been telling you the truth.  I want to show you the other side so you know that in your own life, you’re not so different. 

Because I know what it’s like to look at someone else’s life and fill in the gaps.  To think that if only I had what they have, if only I was doing what they were doing, if only… then I would be happy.  I do that every single day of my life, without fail, I want what I don’t have, I agonize over it, it torments me. 

I play for 150 people halfway across the world, and I knock myself down because someone else I know played for 300.  

I dismiss my successes as coincidences, like I’ve somehow fooled people, like somehow it’s all a big mistake, I’m not actually good, just a good salesman or hard worker, but not an artist, not a talent, and that one day soon that will become clear and it will catch up to me and this will all fall apart, people will stop coming.

Those are daily thoughts.

But when I was serving tables at the student pub, and I spilled hot gravy all over me after a shift where I made almost no money because a table ran off without paying and I had to cover it out of my tips, and I was out of university, working with students, and I was all of a sudden the older guy, and I was a musician, but I didn’t really have anything to show for it and had never toured, and my old manager at the time left me a message on my phone saying that there was a possibility that I might be able to do a tour, I cried, right there behind the bar.  The thought of doing a tour, an actual tour, playing music in different cities, that was a dream, in every sense of the word.  It seemed like an impossibility, no path from A to B, it was something I wanted so badly but had no idea how to make happen.

But, slowly and surely, I started touring, and between my manager and I, we started calling up places, and sending emails into the dark, and most were ignored, but eventually, we had a tour, and off I went.  And out of 20 shows, there was probably 1 or 2 shows where people actually listened or even came out at all, but it was amazing.  It was a dream come true.  And it was hard, and so grueling, but it was the first step towards this bigger vision.  And then I went on another one, and then another, and for the first 5 years at least it was mostly pretty rough shows, not great venues, sound-people who didn’t care or sometimes didn’t even show up, getting treated with little respect, often empty rooms, playing the wrong places, etc.

But, slowly and surely, I started getting better shows, and figuring out the right places to play, and the venues started to know me, and some people started to know me, and I started making better music, and learning how to stand on a stage and connect with people, and then on my 6^th or 7^th tour, out of 30 shows, maybe only 1 or 2 weren’t great, but the rest were all solid nights where I got to do my thing (which means: good sound, nice room with people in it, good vibe in the room, playing my songs.  That’s all).

And then I started going to Europe, and on that first tour I was the opening act for an emerging star there, and we were playing really nice venues and there were nice dressing rooms, and dinner and great lights and sound, and I remember thinking to myself, now if I could play shows like THIS, then THAT would be a dream come true.

And now it’s 3 years later, and I’ve just come back from playing shows just like that, with me as the headliner in amazing venues, with great lights and sound, with a dressing room, and promoters taking good care of me and hundreds of people showing up, even selling out some shows.

I had one girl tell me after my Amsterdam show that after attempting suicide twice she had heard my music and it gave her hope and that I had saved her life.  I had someone else tell me that they were listening to my music in the birthing room of their child.  Stories like this, all the time, amazing amazing things that people share with me all as a result of putting these songs out in the world. 

And  now I just found out that I’ve been nominated for a Juno, something I never thought I’d see happen in my life.

But as soon as I find out about it, and have that wave of excitement, the next feeling is a feeling of fluke, of coincidence, of dismissal. That somehow there’s been a lucky break, a long list of excuses I can come up with to not accept it.

There’s the doubt, the insecurity, the self-deprecation.

The feeling that I’m not getting better faster enough, I’m too business, I’m not artist enough,

I’m only getting somewhere because of hard work not talent, etc. 

I’m not actually living the dream, just flirting with it but I’ll never get there.

These are the thoughts that dominate.

I’ve been playing music full time without another job for over 4 years now, and when people ask if I have another job I say no, and that’s true.  And I say but I do have a lot of support from others, and that’s also true.

My dad helps me pay my rent every month and pays for my car so I can have a safe car to tour with.  People on my mailing list help me finance my records.

And I have a big line of credit that’s always on the verge of maxing out. 

This thing is not sustainable yet. 

And if I really think about it, I’m playing 150+ shows a year, which means I’m away close to 200 days a year, away from my wife and friends and family, and I’m only getting older, and how will I be able to keep up the pace, and I can’t sleep on floors forever can I, and and…

The whole thing hinges on me being able to keep doing that, on me writing new songs every day, making new albums, always working to make something out of nothing, it’s all very daunting and scary and uncertain.

And I get so caught up just trying to get from a to b, and get all the pieces happening, that there’s little time to write and get better and actually do the things that will give me a long term career, and I know there’s no excuse for not writing, so I beat myself up, and no excuse for not practicing guitar, or working on my singing, so I try to do those things , but I’m not perfect and I get mad at myself, very mad at myself, and overwhelmed, very overwhelmed.

But…

I am following a dream.  I’m doing what I believe in.  I’m trying to make something that doesn’t exist yet.  There’s no way of doing that other than banging your head against the wall and trying, sitting down and doing the work.  And there’s no way of knowing if it’s good, because there’s no definitive opinion on that, and some are going to like it, and some won’t, but there’s still a standard of quality, but you don’t know until you put it out there and see what happens.  You’re so vulnerable because you’re trying to make something that doesn’t exist, and it’s from your heart and you care about it deeply, but no one else has to care about it, they will if it’s good, if it’s well done, and if you can get it to them. 

This is what the dream looks like.  It’s all these little moments of amazing, with all these huge moments of struggle and insecurity and doubt and and and in between.  It’s real, because it’s not possible to walk through life on a cloud. To always be in a state of epiphany, of light. You always have to wake up the next morning, and go buy groceries, and pay your heating bill, and figure it out.  Each new level of success you reach brings new complications, new pressures, more distractions, more need to get better, to see what you still don’t have.  And of course it brings all these wonderful moments as well.

Michael Berg, the man I wrote forgiveness about, said that forgiveness is not just this thing you do and then you’ve done it and then you move on with your life.  He said it’s something you are actively trying to do for the rest of your life. And that there are good days and bad days, and some days you have to go right back to the very start. It’s like being an alcoholic. You are always an alcoholic, but some days you have beat it, and other times you’re on the verge of collapse, or even there is collapse and you have to start again.

That’s what following your dreams is like.  It’s only a choice,  it’s not a guarantee of anything.  It’s a decision to do what you feel is important, to do what you’ve always wanted to do, but there will be much darkness along the way.  Probably even more so because now you have a vision of what you want, which means you know when you’re not getting it, and that vision is always growing and changing and every time it comes into reach, it gets further away again.  Because you’re not really ever getting to this final destination, you’re just working along the way to it, with a purpose but no guarantee. 

And in those moments, where the dream goes from a fog to a clear image, and you’re on that stage, or doing exactly that thing you love in that moment, that’s all you have.  That moment is all you have.  And then soon you’ll be back to the grind and the next step and the doubt, and then maybe you’ll have another moment or maybe you won’t.

Those moments of goodness, those are the moments that I share, that I let people know about, that fill me with so much.

But there are lots of moments in between that you probably don’t want to hear about.  And I don’t feel sorry for myself, not for a second.

I only want you to know, so that if you feel like you’re never going to get there, or that that it’s just so hard, then I’m telling you you’re right, it’s so hard.  And I don’t want you to look at me and think that I have it all figured out, that if only you had my life, that you would be happy.  Not true.

I have one of the greatest lives possible I think, but there’s more to it than meets the eye.  It’s complicated, there’s much darkness, but the light, is so light, and so good, that I’ll do anything to keep walking towards it. 

Enjoy those little moments of light; work your ass off for them, because they’re all you’re going to have.  

I’m writing this for myself.  For me to remember and follow

For me to have perspective.

To remember the vision, stay on course, be present in the moments of success, and be present in the moments of failure, or struggle, and let them coexist without cancelling each other out.  Just because I had a bad day where I didn’t do the things I wanted to do, or where someone hated my music, doesn’t mean I didn’t have a day where I spent the whole day writing a new song, or where someone loved what I do and it really mattered in their life. 

There’s always going to be that duality.

How am I going to deal with that and keep moving forward, that’s what I have control over. 

An Intro (+ my list of assumptions)

Hi.  I’ve decided to start this blog. And I’ll put it out there that I’m going to be writing this from a place that makes a few key assumptions. (I know it’s bad to make assumptions, but I’m going to do it regardless)

1.  Not that many people are going to read it
2. Of those that do read it, many will not get all the way through it. 
3. Those that do get all the way through are likely wanting to connect on a deeper level, and likely then willing to give me the benefit of the doubt with what I write, so I’ll reward that desire to connect by actually trying to put something true and honest out there for them (you).
4. Editing is for books and articles and poems and songs. So too is form, good sentence structure and grammar. I’m not going to worry about that.  This is a free-flowing space.  You are welcome to judge me on those things, but I won’t be judging me, I’m making that promise to myself right now. (Not trying to be antagonistic here, already feeling vulnerable I guess)

I know I have an active presence on your typical social media outlets, and I am honest when I’m putting stuff out there in the world about my music career, but there are considerations at play. I need to create a sense of momentum, a sense of value, a sense of growth.  I need to do that because I need people to be excited about coming to my shows and buying my music, I need promoters, presenters, agents, managers, labels to think that I’m worth investing their time and energy into.

There’s another side to this whole thing though though, a side that’s not always so smooth, where things are not always moving in such a nice upward line on a graph.  This blog is a place to air some of that, to be honest about it.  It’s not all doom and gloom though, I anticipate writing a lot about process too, about moments of breakthrough, of struggle in the best sense of the word.  I don’t really know what I’m anticipating actually, probably best not to anticipate anything, but I know I’m doing this for my own exploration, and with no other goal in mind.  So if no one ever reads this, that’s ok, truly.  That may even be a relief. 

If you do read it though, and you’ve made it already this far into this ‘intro’, then know that I appreciate it.  I appreciate that you’re interested.  I like connecting with humans, that’s my goal in life really, to connect with people. It’s why I do what I do, it’s why I love what I do, it’s why I don’t think I could do anything else. 

Finally, I have an enormous pile of things I’ve written for just my consumption (or self-therapy) over the years that I think may find a home here, if I’m feeling bold enough. But that’s the idea of this space, so I’ll be bold. 

Think that’s it, here we go.  Peter