Wednesday, January 30, 2013


Yesterday I began the process of submitting the book for review considerations. Much like querying agents to read the novel I completed a year ago, I can only hope that the introduction letter I've written provides enough to draw interest and request a book. It's a nerve wracking procedure, although after you've sent out a couple and received your first rejection response (which I did yesterday) it gets a little easier.

Monday was a very difficult, with Jacob's health causing me concern all day long. He had to come home from school, complaining of tightness in the chest. We believe it has to do with one of his new medicines, so we have stopped it until the weekend so that if it is the medicine it doesn't cause him to miss more school.

Ever since Jacob was born I've struggled with being the one at work while Julie makes herself readily available to get the kids from school and take them to the doctor. Especially when it comes to my son, I feel so inadequate at times, which is how I felt all day Monday. As I rode home in the pitch black night, the moon sat low in the sky and I could feel it tugging at my heart. I was so discouraged Monday night, ready to throw in the towel on all of my artistic aspirations.

This is the tortuous process that writers and other artists go through. We work so hard on our craft and hope that someone will discover it and like it. But there are days, days when you want to give up, days when it doesn't feel worth the emotional exhaustion. Those are the days I turn in to bed early and sleep off the shit. Usually I wake up the next morning with fresh eyes and a stronger heart. I hate having these feelings of doubt and letting my nerves get the best of me. Hate it.

Today I read an interview with Dave Grohl, the leader of Foo Fighters and the former drummer of Nirvana. Grohl has just released a documentary he directed about a recording studio in the San Fernando Valley that was the birthplace of some of the greatest albums ever recorded, including Damn the Torpedoes by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Rumours by Fleetwood Mac and Nevermind by Nirvana. Grohl went around to many of the great artists who recorded there, including Petty. In the interview, Grohl remarked that he was apprehensive about approaching Petty. But he found the courage to call the man anyway.

"I've finally realized that in those moments you have to let go of that bullshit and say, 'I can't ruin this moment by being scared or by being nervous, or by being insecure or thinking that I'm not going to be able to do it. It'll be much more rewarding if I actually just do it.' I would be terrified to ask Tom Petty to be in my movie, but God, I'd be an idiot not to, and when I finally did he said, 'Well, you can't have a movie about Sound City without me in it, now can you?'"

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When I read something like that, it encourages me. Even renowned musicians struggle within themselves. I'm not so alone. I'm not so alone.

The other day I inquired whether I should transfer all of my old blog posts to this new one. A couple of my friends suggested that this book blog should be used as a means for readers to interact with me and discuss the book, while one of my old blogs be used for my soul searching. I thought that was a great idea. However, in many ways this blog continues the conversation I started in the book. This blog and the book are about my life and I don't think I can continue to make entries if I don't continue to open up like I do. If anything, I hope that people who are coming to the blog out of interest in the book will read these entries and like the sound of my voice.

And the truth of the matter is I just don't have the time or energy to keep multiple blogs while I keep writing for Popdose, working on scripts, hopefully starting another book and put in 40 + hours on the job.

So my friends, if you're new, I hope you'll indulge my long winded entries. And if you're a returning friend, I hope you'll pass the word about Basement Songs.

Here's one of my favorite Foo Fighters songs, and one of Jake's, too. If there is one person who teaches me courage on a daily basis, it's my son.


1 comment:

  1. Hi, there, Scott,

    I think I might be interested in reviewing your book. But lo and behold, your "Contact me" link is not working!

    In addition to writing book reviews semi-regularly, I repost them in all the usual places (at least 5 places). I'm also working on my own book about music collecting, so I think I might be an ideal reader/reviewer. (I read ebooks only please -- any format is ok).

    I never guarantee that I will write reviews for. But there's a good chance I will I've been reading lots of books by music critics over the last few months).

    Robert Nagle, Houston, TX
    idiotprogrammer AT