Vintage...

Perhaps as I've gotten older I've grown more mellow. Or perhaps its the fact that I've got two small kids and a wife that demand more of my time now than my career once did. Or perhaps I've grown wiser with age... (I somehow doubt that one. But one can wish, right?)

Anyhow, my point was this... erh... was that... hmm... was... well...

Damnit. I had a great metaphor that defined the moment, but I lost it.

Oh yeah, that was it... one seems to forget more with age (ouch... frankly, thats not a metaphor at all. That was just lousy.)

Ask me what our meteorologist was talking about during their time on air, I couldn't tell you.

Ask me what our lead story of the evening was, I couldn't tell you.

Ask me what the time our second break was, I couldn't tell you.

Ask me what time my son was born, that I can tell you immediately: 3:33 pm.

Ask me where I was when I found out my father passed away, I can tell you: at work, waiting to go on air (heavy, I know, but it came to mind...)

Ask me to borrow my favorite bass and I'll tell you to take a flying leap (alright, alright, you can borrow a bass but you're taking the shitty Squire and I'm still watching you like a hawk.)

Point is this: when I was young and dumb and new to the business, I was all about it. I lived it, breathed it, smoked it, ate it, crapped it... all of it. You couldn't get me out of the office.

Now, I'm still all about directing and producing a quality product. And I make it a point to stress that with my crew as well. But damnit if life doesn't have a way of rearranging your priorities, and for the better, I say.

By the way, I still couldn't tell you some of the story details from the shows... its not cause I don't care, I'm just rather busy putting the show on air.

I find myself giving the newbs the glares the old birds used to give me when I was still wet behind the ears. At least now I understand why they did it. But unlike the old birds, I will adamantly refuse to go down the path of mediocrity and blah. I still want to push the envelope of what we, but mostly of what I, can do.

So for the ever evolving product that is our show, I welcome the daily challenge.

Change is the only constant.

And speaking of change, don't ask me for change of a dollar... there's a damned machine for that in the break room.

Again, I'll end on a joke:

A dyslexic man walked into a bra.

(That one may take some a while...)