I'm going for the CMJ Music Marathon, a week of live music of insane proportions all over Manhattan and Brooklyn. (Incidentally, it's the first thing I ever covered for The Tripwire back when I first moved to NYC in 2008.) I'll be blogging while I'm there for Loudersoft, but also trying to meet and make friends with all the writers I possibly can to further my efforts at Signal Flow. And of course I'll be attempting to squeeze as many drinks and meals with old friends as humanly possible into the space between Tuesday and Sunday.
Also you should know that I have set myself a budget for the trip that is, as I tweeted earlier this week, either completely ridiculous OR the most thrilling challenge I have given myself in life, ever. I will abstain from actually going on record with that amount at this stage so as to save myself from having to explain to you how I paid for all those hookers and blow.
I KID.
Y'all, this past week has near about killed me. I worked 12 to 14 hour days all week long and then continued working both Saturday AND Sunday. Even though it's been exhausting -- and brain-draining -- it is an oddly invigorating feeling to be so busy, one I haven't really had since college. It won't always be this way, and that's probably what's helped me, mentally, to truck on through it. It just so happens that several of my clients all had big things happening at the very beginning of this week, which meant that last week was what we call in the industry (it's very technical): GO TIME.
And now I'm off to New York, where I will still need to work at least five hours or so a day on client projects just to stay afloat, in addition to seeing shows and writing about shows and seeing people and OH MY GOD IS THAT BRAIN MATTER because I think my head just exploded.
I am trying very, very hard not to be in the business of complaining about business. Sometimes it's impossible to avoid frustration, but the fact that I'm busy is an incredible blessing. And the fact that I feel exhausted but not burned out is an even bigger blessing. I had a meeting on Friday with a new client who I'll be writing a bio for, among other things. In this particular meeting, I was interviewing him so that I could write the first draft of his bio this weekend.
He had such a great story. So many stories, actually. Anecdotes about his time here or there, when he first fell in love with this particular artist, why he does what he does. I loved talking with him, and I got genuinely excited about telling his story. It's those moments that remind me just how lucky I am to be in these shoes. (Nine West black patent heels, size 9. But seriously, folks.)
I will do my very best to send you a love letter from New York. Although it might be less love letter and more S.O.S. telegram:
SEND REINFORCEMENTS.
cheers,
elizabeth
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