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RRFC: London????

So, I got this email from Zak the other day. During the whole 'on-tour' gig starting back in June, they said that there was an informal 'battle of the bands' and the winning band would get an all expenses paid trip to the Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp in London, which, let's be honest...would blow the snot off of anything that I experienced on the 5 day tour (except maybe playing live at the Fillmore...THAT was still pretty rad).

But I always assumed that it would be an arbitrary selection. Turns out it's only partially arbitrary.

I guess what they're gonna do, starting next week, is put up short clips of each band from each camp and then have an online vote (one vote per verified email address). And then the top three bands will be 'presented' to the Counselor-Rock-Gods from the London camp and THEY will pick the winning band. So, partial fan/friend vote...partial arbitrary selection.

And yes, it would be SO sweet to win...but it also strikes me as one of those things that I will wind up getting WAY emotionally invested in and then be on this really low slump if I don't get picked and I'm just not sure I want to put myself through that.

The really cool thing about winning the grand prize was that I didn't do anything. It wasn't expected. I didn't try out. It just happened. And that was one of the things that made it totally bitching.

And, I kinda feel, at this point, if the London thing is meant to be, it'll just happen, too. I just don't want to get so wrapped up in it. I mean, let's face it...we all know how I can get...and nobody wants that kind of dark-cloud funk.

If it happens, cool. If not, that's really cool, too. I've already been so blessed by the grand prize-US experience that my cup runneth over at this point. It's part of my life-lesson of being thankful for what I've received instead of always looking toward the horizon for the next green pasture. (and hell, it's only taken me 36 years to figure that out).

In other Rock-Related news....I wrote a song today. And by 'wrote a song' I mean that I wrote lyrics and hear a loose tonal structure in my head of how it's supposed to go. This is the first song that I've written in months...hell, maybe a year or more.

Something really struck me when I was at Mark Hudson's master class in L.A. He talked about John Lennon and how someone asked him about the meanings of some of the phrases in his songs and he said quite possibly the most brilliant thing I've ever heard. He said 'I supply the metaphor. It's up to you to provide the meaning.'

And that's kind of what was in the back of my mind as I wrote the lyrics this morning. Like there's a few different ways it can be taken and if I can pull it off on tape, it'll be a neat entrance back into 'Todd the Lyricist.' At the very least, it's the re-opening of a creative outlet that I've largely ignored for quite some time.

So, yeah. Today's a good day.


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