Of Time and a Band Manager

What can you do when you do not have time to do the things that you need to do to do the things you want to do?  That purposely was phrased to make you scratch your head.  Actually, if you repeat it over a couple of times, it makes some sense.  Of course, that assumes that you have the time.

Spring is here tomorrow.  Easter and Spring Break are just around the corner.  The trees already are in bloom in the California Central Valley, which probably is the allergy center of the world.  We have had some record high temperatures.  That means that the season for good time, no thought surf music is upon us.  That, in turn, means somebody should be hitting the streets to promote the Pups.

Because I have been a bit derelict, the Nagging Little Voice started up.  “You are not carrying your end of the deal.  When was the last time that you talked to a venue owner?  Or a promoter?”  Without waiting for a response, the Nagging Little Voice continued, “Time is wasting.  You could be missing out on some opportunities.”

Unfortunately, I really cannot argue with the Nagging Little Voice this time.  “I’m really busy” will not silence it.  “I’m recommitted to my love of work” is not a satisfactory answer.

So the Nagging Little Voice just seems to rage on.  “If you don’t do something, you’re going to lose this summer.  You’re not getting any younger.  You’d better act now or . . . .”  Obviously, the Nagging Little Voice is leaving me to draw the conclusion that the future is now.

Besides if I don’t do something, the Nagging Little Voice simply will get louder and more strident.  Loud.  Annoying.  Relentless.  Distracting.

Hey, Nagging Little Voice, will you let up if I delegate?  How about if we get somebody to do the stuff that is not getting done?  Somebody who would be a “band manager”?

The Nagging Little Voice found this incredulous, “A band manager?  Isn’t that a bit grandiose?  Extravagant?”

Maybe.  Maybe not.  Becky, who has been our biggest supporter, is not working right now.  She should have some time on her hands.  She knows us and our music.  She has definite ideas about how, where, and what we perform.

So . . . .  Over dinner, the idea was broached.  “How about being our manager?”

After a pause, she replied, “Write up a proposal and job description, and I’ll give it some thought.”  A proposal?  A job description?  This is an endless loop.

What can you do when you do not have time to do the things that you need to do to do the things you want to do?

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