…and he says, you only have about 400 Facebook fans, so we
won’t consider you for our festival. We
might let you come and play-- for free.
Hmmm, (along with some under-the-breath profanities which
need not be duplicated here), sez I, my ego bristling.
But wait, I vowed to myself, my New Year’s Resolution, and
lifetime resolution, as the new age-etarians are fond of saying, to
dissolve the ego.
Getting to that point of needing to dissolve
my ego is a bit of a long story, maybe for another blog. Suffice it to say, it appears to me that we
all could benefit by dissolving the ego,
which comprises the brain, judgment, criticism all that fun stuff and rather work from the heart. Maybe that’s why we’re all walking around
this planet in this lifetime. Maybe we just
didn’t get it last time around…
So I decide to go ahead and ask folks to like the music
page. First Phil and I sent out a wry little note to our paltry fan base “We
Live to be Liked” which didn’t get too much response. So I look at all my
friends on Facebook, about 1200, 1300.
And I’m wondering, who are all these people? What real contact do I have with them. I don’t really know most of them at all. And
so, I embarked on a project to write each and everyone and ask them if they
wouldn’t do me a little favor, and ‘like’ the music page.
It’s been a fascinating process. I've been visiting their Facebook pages, seeing new
babies that have been born, musicians struggling to stay afloat, French people
who probably won't understand my post, Dutch people who probably will,
folks with parents that had just passed away. I've been congratulating, consoling, and just being with.
But each time I got to anybody famous or semi-famous, I was
stopped. I was sure they wouldn’t have
time to answer such a puny little cry in the wind. But on I went anyway. And the surprising thing, they usually all
answered, and sometimes I even had a conversation with them.
As it turns out the process of connecting with people in
this way was far more fun and valuable to me than any festival I might have
played.
I’m about halfway through.
So on and on I go wading out in the waters of people, and the circle of
friends that is making a small momentary ripple in this vast ocean where we are
all the same…
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