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movin’ the gear home
man, I was kinda excited to be moving the Avid home. Last week our power at home got knocked out by a storm for a week and the family and I camped out at the studio. I had nothing but time and it dawned on me that I’ll be ditching everything in the studio. The things on the walls, the desks, groovy couches, the fridge, the kicthen table, rugs, even the big screen and the plasma. I knew this before hand but really soaking it in felt different. Smelled like defeat, really.
What is it with artists that make us seem to have to move on every few years? I have to say my reason for closing up shop is sheer boredom. Same work over and over. What was once exciting had become makin’ the donuts once again. I have no reason to believe the very show I am trying to create right now won’t be the same in three years time. Is this what is meant every time I am accused of having a scortching case of ADD? How on earth could that be the case when I can sit in a non-stop session for 36 hours straight? Is it still a form of ladder-climbing that I am unfamiliar with? I am reaching onward and upward but not in the name of conquering. It’s really in the name of boredom. And, how can a good man let his finances/family well-being get so upside down because of somthing as small as boredom? Is boredom really as small thing afterall?
The way I see it, as the bread-winner of the family it’s my job to bring home the beacon no matter what. Suck it up when I have to. At the same time, I owe it to myself to my wife and to my children to come home perky and cheerful and that was geting harder and harder to do as I felt like I was decaying away in a little dark room making the same videos over and over again.
I look back at my career and ya know what? I have never worked at a single place longer than 3 years. Thats my record. 3 years and I shove off. I ask, is this a good thing or a bad thing? Leaving because I can no longer offer my best and going to a place I can be passionate about again, finally opening my own studio and then hating being a boss, doing it solo and then getting tired of the very clietele that keeps me afloat then persuing huge dreams of my own rather than network to replace that clientele. I’m either a hell-bent perfectionist with a never ending tenasity or I’m a freakin idiot. Jury is still out.