Well, the Music Wars continue. MusicMan and I had a blowout phone conversation today that basically ended with the threat of him deleting all my work unless I come up with his specific dollar amount to "buy" my own music [half-produced, rough copies of eight songs mind you. Oh, and did I mention it's MY MUSIC?]
I informed him that his number doesn't work for me. And I made an offer that I was comfortable with. [even though zero dollars were ever to be exchanged ... again, for MY MUSIC]
Clearly, my number didn't work for him.
Dogpark goers got echoes of my voice roaring words and phrases like "crooked" and "per our original agreement" and "the next person you will be hearing from is my lawyer." When he told me I didn't have a leg to stand on, I was sure to mention the written documentation (and many witnesses) of our work together - right here in J2P.
Oooh, there's so much more. But I'm still holding out for peace on a wing and a prayer. I told him it would be so easy for him to give me a copy of my music, clear his hard drive, take the hundred bucks I offered and call it a day.
There is still hope. We'll see. It's a win/win for him to take my offer...especially since it's more than we ever agreed upon. How could he possibly think deleting my music would serve him?
One reason I don't want to pay him more than what I offered is because the figure he came up with is enough to start recording with someone more professional.
I just want a copy of the work I did all last year! It's mine. It marks time. Even if I don't use it for a production, it's still mine. And I deserve to have a copy!
Boy, this has been one hell of a week! Everyone I run into - friends, neighbors, clerks - all seem to be in this same state of BLAH. There's no optimism. We're all on edge. I thought it was an election thing but I think it goes beyond that...deeper I mean. The election is a reflection ... of whatever is happening on the deeper (spiritual/earthly/cosmic/Godly) levels. Just recognizing that really helps me put things into perspective. Finding that internal peace place is of the utmost importance.
The lie is that we are all separate. The truth is, we are one. Therefore, whatever's being thought by our most feared enemies exists in us as well. The anger, the rage, the fear, the hate, the despair ... it all must exist so that we can know love. Some call it God or Spirit. Others call it Earth or Mother. Whatever you call it, I'm talking about love. That unconditional sense of support and trust. Love above all is what we're here to remember ... over and over. I've just been forgetting again. I'm ready to start remembering again.
Just working it all out. Day by day. Breath by breath. Thank God.