Bebe’s reaction to the above vlog…
Don’t let the mention of Monster Jam trucks, platanos, garbage bag umbrellas and
roller coasters fool you. David’s latest vlog shows the maturity of a young man who
is at a crossroads in his life, and happily accepting the responsibilities that it
entails. He feels good about taking control of his life and making decisions based
on where he wants to go as an artist and person.
Parting ways with his label was one of those decisions and he acknowledges that
although there were other offers, it didn’t feel like the right thing since the label is
undergoing changes and he is also changing directions as an artist.
Showing the maturity of someone who embraces life and the opportunities afforded
him, in true David style he is trusting his instincts, taking what he has learned for
the last three years and using some time to write music on his own. His excitement
for writing is palpable and he’s even more excited to share it with us. He looks
forward to the future and ‘a couple of things coming up.
My reaction to the same vlog…
I trust the Archulator. I do. This is not about that. This is about me. I was just fine until the moment I watched his vlog. The moment that so many others who’d been going through mini melt downs suddenly experienced relief. Not I. Watching that vlog, the reality of the situation zoomed toward me like one of those special effects in a movie. Like Ralph Fiennes in Quiz Show. Like this…
My moment of truth. That’s when it hit me with the force of an oncoming wave. This is real. He is really going out there on his own. For some reason hearing him say it with his own lips scared me so bad I crept onto the ledge and lay there in a fetal position till the following afternoon. I waited that long to comment on the vlog and the words I said were true but not ALL the truth. The whole truth was that I was scared for him and not a little concerned for myself. Like I said, I trust the Archulator. Deep down, I knew he would be OK but I wasn’t too sure about mySELF. I miss him already. I know he needs the rest and time to live and work and create and play by his own rules. I know he’s made the right decision and is much better positioned to control his own destiny. But I asked myself, how long before a tour now? How long the journey? How distant the goal? How selfish can I be? Pretty selfish it seems. But I have an excuse; I suffer from an incurable condition. I have a touch of ODD and sometimes it flares up on me. Anyway, these remarks by Robert Anton,
and a late night conference call from my beloved fellow admins talked me down from the ledge. I’m OK now. Still selfish and needy about a certain half Honduran with a voice like smooth rich chocolate wrapped in emotional velvet but that will never change. Some things you just have to learn to live with.