I’m sad and I don’t even know why. If I started rattling off my favorite singers it would probably take me a long time to get to Whitney, just because she was never huge on my radar. I was a teenager when the VH-1 Divas Live thing came around, and there was no doubt Whitney has the “it.” Listening back to all the tracks currently flooding my Facebook stream makes me go, “I love that Whitney song! Oh yeah, THAT one too!” It’s a nostalgia trip and humans are good at nothing if not reminiscing. “I Wanna Dance With Somebody” takes me back to rocking out on a Casio keyboard in my room. Those were the days. It dulls the tragic aspects of the situation a little to go back all the way to the good stuff.

People ask me sometimes about wanting to be “famous.” In my hometown, the music industry is exactly what we see on TV. You either get famous or you go home and make it a hobby. I’m not totally sure what people think I am doing since I am obviously not “famous” and yet am seemingly repellent to finding a “real job.” Texas has proven that there is a rich industry of people making a living in music that rely neither on fame or on playing covers in the corners of Mexican restaurants, and I am grateful I found it.

There are so many better written articles about the Machine of Fame in this country than what I can squeeze out in a blog post…about how we the public create our fame martyrs to entertain us for a while until we knock them down and leave them for dead. I read an article that made the point that at some juncture the powers that be in the music industry make the decision to keep you alive or let you die based on how much money you could make them in each scenario. A bit conspiracy laden, for sure…there aren’t death panels in the basement of Warner Records or whatever, deciding who gets another album and tour and who gets a cocaine supplier…but it’s interesting that Sony Records raised the price of Ms. Houston’s digital albums hours after her death.

So we all feel bad and we post tributes and Facebook notes for the people who, before the breaking news on Twitter of their passing, we considered washed up tabloid fodder or tragic gossip blog entertainment. The tributes are heartfelt, but they come from a place of guilt as much as anything. We feed the machine and then we hold memorials when the machine spits out our fallen idols and starts chewing up the next round.

Morbid? Yep. I feed the machine too…I’m a guilty party.  The game will continue to get played regardless of who participates.  The Enquirer is not in danger of folding any time soon.

The best I can think to do right now is repeat the mantra “garbage in, garbage out.”  Take in the good stuff and reject the bad.  So now I’m gonna go jam out to “I Wanna Dance With Somebody.”

Dali Lama

Sometimes I want to post and can’t bring myself to write an opus or anything remotely coherent. I’m pulling a “make a list post” card because I can. Shout out to my list sistah Katie.

Gym Class Heroes‘ new album is fun to listen to and keeping my attention for multiple weeks. It’s rap, be forewarned, folkies.

– Booking 2012 up and plotting the best plans for multiple artists. This industry is changing fast, and aside from all the online/digital/yadda yadda, the actual “big deal” for touring indie artists in 2012 is the economy. Folks are hurting, and they have been hurting long enough that venues bottom lines are getting affected now. That means artists are affected. All this means the people need thoughtful music now more than ever. I have no doubt we’ll have a prosperous and fruitful 2012…I feel it.

– I’m trying to be a tea drinker. Too much coffee makes me not jittery, just…overly coffee’d. The wintery weather is helping.

– My Flip camera broke. I want to upgrade. Researching the exact right camera is freaking me out. I want to make more videos; I have visions of things for film!

– Big Rubicon project rolling out soon. More on that in the next post.

Welcome to a new series here on jpo.com – the stream of consciousness type. Go!

that is so crazy that this venue has not immediately called or emailed me back to say “hell yes” and “let’s book this” and “let’s get crazy on the promo!” i mean, i was cordial if not overly exclamatory in my initial email. i like to use exclamation points! they prove i am a friendly and honest person! so it wasn’t that they think i’m a jerk booking agent. it’s not that they don’t like the music. EVERYONE likes the music. if you are an american you like this music I am booking. maybe the email is still circling in orbit – where do emails go? it has to go through my gmail to the domain email i work from to their email…maybe they filter their domain email through yahoo? or god forbid, HOTMAIL? maybe that email is having a tough time crossing over into the fourth e-ring and is just hanging out in e-limbo before it crosses over into the bowels of hotmail. maybe that’s why i haven’t heard back. but it’s been 6 days!!! six whole days! that is like…7 days less than it took for the whole Cuban missile crisis to shake out and I am pretty sure what i am trying to make happen here is not Soviet rocket science. i wonder how long it took Kennedy to get a message to his secretary of defense. they didn’t even have a fax machine. maybe they used an Enigma machine. or maybe that was German. maybe i should check my spam folder. oh. there is a reply from 2.5 days ago. i’ve lost 2.5 days! i hope they don’t think i’m not interested! i’m cordial and honest! please email me back again. when are they going to reply to my reply?