Wednesday June 28 2006
Had a pretty good night’s sleep, so things looked a little better. Walked early, and Leslie worked. Practiced Guilty Pleasures music in the morning and talked to a number of people about various ways of making money. My dad said I should write articles. He said Richard Schwied wrote for the Tennessean. Not a bad idea. Tossed around some ideas with my dad, and he was really uncharacteristically positive. He was really great to talk to. But in the end, he said he couldn’t justify giving me the money to start a studio, because it wouldn’t be good for my work ethic. Talked to my brother, and for a moment I thought “I could just live in the shed, and it wouldn’t cost any money.” but that’s a ridiculous idea. It’s so hot out there. Made some sauteed vegetables and cous cous and jajick and Leslie came home and made herself a veggie burger. I told her I had been emailing and talking to different people and told her a few of my ideas but none seemed to really stick. She said she had her own problems to think about, so I needed to practice more G.P. anyway, so I went and did that for about an hour and it was fun and it took my mind off what I’m going to do about money. I keep thinking about that thing Andy Warhol said about “act really spoiled, and people will just give you money.” Finished McEwan’s “Saturday” and went to sleep.