I'm a Washington girl at heart. Maybe it's because I need a little of everything: mountains, ocean, desert, rain, sun, snow, city, country. I cant make up my mind most of the time but when I do it sticks. Like the time I decided I hate iPhones and I will never stop hating them, no matter what. Or the time when DVDs were new and I thought they were pointless and I clung to my VCR and VHS tapes longer than anyone should have. Or the time when I was 17 and I met this tall, goofy kid with a heart of gold and knew I had to make him mine forever.
I take pictures, my husband plays music for a living. We are parents to a rad kid whom the internets shall call: Baby Bread, BB or the BeeBs. I literally do not know how to relax. I like running, yoga, vegetables, and a bunch of other stuff.
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Last week was just one of those weeks! We got a packet of paperwork we had to fill out. It arrived on Saturday and it was due in a little over a week. The packet required a doctor to sign off on our health (among 9,000 other things) and well, we don’t go to doctors. My husband is barely insured and I haven’t seen a regular doctor since I got a sports physical in high school. And he left on Friday for three weeks. And your son has swim lessons at 3:30 in the afternoon because that’s the only class you could get into. And last weekend I single-handedly planned and ran a HUGE three-day event at the fairgrounds.
I’m bummed that my husband is gone for three weeks but last week so crazy that I welcome the peace and quiet this week will bring. I am so glad it’s Monday! (I cant believe I’m saying that!)
We returned home from our trip to California and it’s business as usual. We arrived at 3am on Tuesday night and my husband had to be in Seattle at 9am to write and record demos for his band (his actual job-band). Changing gears from recording his acoustic, indie rock to poppy, alt rock was a bit of a stretch but I guess it worked out okay.
I’m looking at my post-vacation messy house and scrolling through our calendar and I just want to scream. In just two weeks my husband leaves on a semi-long tour. He’s been home a lot this winter so I’m used to having him around. I’m basically preparing myself (mentally) to not see him until September. He plays a lot of festivals and tours Tuesday through Friday in between. So, saying they’re busy is an understatement.
Summer is the best in the Pacific Northwest and I’m sad he’ll miss yet another. If anyone wants to invite me and an adorable toddler to any pool parties, let me know!
My husband loves his job. He loves being on the road, living out of a suitcase, driving a van, booking shows, performing and meeting new people. While he’s busy working in the music business, sometimes the passion for music gets lost. It becomes work, a job.
I had a few friends in high school who were talented athletes. There was a professional baseball player living in my neighborhood that all the boys looked up to. A friend of mine asked him if he still loved playing baseball and he said that he did but that after a while it becomes a job. There is so much pressure to perform, to stay in shape, to be the best – that you kind of lose the love of the game. I think that being a musician can be the same way.
My husband writes a lot of music that doesn’t fit the genre of the band he’s in so it just gets played (every once in a while) at home, for pleasure and sometimes for the ears of our friends. I wanted to give him a break from his job and renew his love for music, to forget about the deadlines and song writing sessions and impending tours and use his creativity. We’re heading to California to record some of his songs just for the fun of it! I’m so glad we have this opportunity to do this because I really love his songs. Even if no one ever hears them but us.
Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length. - Robert Frost (1874 – 1963)
When my husband is home, we really seize the day. Our flexible schedules allow us to take little day trips and go on dates and we’re happy and having a blast. This career of his is looking like a long-term vocation and although his travels have become second nature, I still miss him so much when he’s touring. When he’s on the road it’s like a part of me is gone. I find myself sullen, silent, lackluster.
My internal monologue snaps some sense back into me: ”You should be used to this by now…. Just put on a smile! It’s not that bad.”
It’s not. But, I miss him.
I have no great pearls of wisdom. I just wanted to share that we’ve endured three years of touring and it’s still not easy to say goodbye.
The song describes the relationship of a “music man” on the road. The difficulties of raising and maintaining a family, two strangers having to fall in love again, and staying faithful while touring are brought up. However he suggests that he gets the “joy of rediscovering” her, and insists “I’m forever yours… Faithfully.” Journey keyboard player Jonathan Cain wrote this song about the rough relationship being a married man on the road in a rock band.
Do you and your road traveler have a song (maybe one not quite so sad) that reminds you of each other, reminds you to stay strong when you’re apart?