BLOG: The Rock & Roll Day Dreamer
When I tell people that I am a musician, they envy my “rock star lifestyle.” It’s not so much that they say it, but I can see it in their eyes. What most of these people don’t realize, however, is that it’s not just the killer stage performance they see in front of them that tells my life’s story. There is a lot of hard work, a lot of sadness and a lot of pain that goes on behind my hardcore exterior. Yes, I bleed too.
One of my fans the other day said, “Ski…why don’t you write about it?”
And I said, “Right on, Grandma. I like your style.”
So here we go. A bare it all, day in the life glimpse from a San Diego favorite…
7:34 a.m. Get woken up by honking school bus outside my Dad’s driveway while I’m sleeping in my Mustang. Proceed to get into an altercation with the driver and some over zealous fourth grader over whether I was parked in front of their bus stop or not.
7:53 a.m. Sneak into my Dad’s pool house to shower up and try to write some new lyrics in a quiet space.
10:25 a.m. Get yelled out by Juanita for trudging in mud and getting scuff marks on the floor. Storm out and tell her to get a life.
11:41 a.m. Go to coffee house to gather my thoughts. Order a latte with soy and accidentally gets someone’s decaf mocha crap blend.
11:47 a.m. While walking away from the counter with my corrected coffee order, my old triangle instructor (who is also an ex) literally bumps into me. Now I need a new drink. Again.
2:17 p.m. Arrive early for my gig at the Home Depot. The manager says he has no idea why I’m there and I’m not allowed to set up and play there. I check my booking schedule and realize it said Music Depot.
2:46 p.m. Arrive LATE and out of breath to the Music Depot gig. The kid working there said he didn’t realize when I made the “appointment” that I wanted to play a gig; he thought I wanted to demo a new guitar. So much for a potential repeat client.
4:30 p.m. While playing for the tourists in front of the airport, some guy throws some change in my guitar case and says, “Look…it’s Melissa Ethridge!”
6:23 p.m. Use the $5.37 I earned for the day and get a few rolled tacos for dinner.
7:04 p.m. Take the rolled tacos into my Dad’s house and show him how it’s all I can afford to eat while he sits in his La Jolla mansion. He tells me to get a job and I won’t have this problem. I furiously grab a helping of the chicken marsala he made and march out of the kitchen to his guest room.
8:29 p.m. Decide to sleep in the guest room so I don’t have to walk past my Dad again (I usually sleep in my car but I’m just that mad!) and am forced to watch The Bachelor on his flat screen because he doesn’t have a record player.
10:06 p.m. Have trouble falling asleep because my Dad’s mattress is too cushy and the satin sheets are too slippery. Somehow doze off…
No, it’s not always a glamorous lifestyle. But music is what drives me. So I feel it’s worth the struggle.
(Eskimo Blue Waters is a character played by Lauren O'Brien of the Mikey Show on FM 94.9.)