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Do you have a Dream? I dream and have dreams of success.

I once dreamt I was a chicken. I am not sure what the underlying psychology of chicken dreams means in relationship to reality, but there it is.

Cocking my head and eyeing the gravel, looking for that kernel of corn. I thrust my beak towards that tidbit of seed, grabbed it, and swallowed it down my gullet. I could feel the grain in my crop; my stomach turned to acid. The previous evening’s pizza turned my belly, ensuing in chicken perceptions of existence.

What Are Your Dreams?

My dreams are not as all-encompassing as those who dream of the betterment of Humankind. My dreams are self-centered aspirations for the advancement of Bryan Kind. Call me selfish and self-centered. Nobody takes care of me when I’m 95 except the hired help.

I Want To Reach For the stars

All kidding aside, hope and aspiration drive me. After all these years I can honestly say, “When I’m not at the job I am living the dream.”

Interspersed with the dream is a constant reminder of how much further I need to go.

Fat Fingers

Last weekend I had plans to do a three camera live video and audio shoot of a gig I was playing. My audio interface has the possiblility of recording 24 tracks simutaneously. Thursday evening was spent linking ADAT light pipe to the Focusrite and laptop. I get to the gig and spend two hours preparing for the shoot. Ten tracks to audio, two cameras runninng independently and one video cam off the Mac. Plug everything in, and, viola, no audio to Logic Pro. Spending another hour trying to figure out what command I Fat Fingered, I gave up. Better to keep my cool and play well than to end an evening of joy in pure frustration.

The path to success is littered with failure. There’s a lot of litter on my path.

Thanks for reading. Onward and upward.

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