Club PA Newsletter #63 (Patreon)

 I've got a tender strip for you, ripped from the headlines; it's always nice to use the Club PA strip (which I still largely think of as secret) to tell the other half of a story.  

I find Los Angeles in general a very unpleasant place.  The desert heat is the enemy of paint, and bubbling paint over mismatched surfaces is the aesthetic.  Blisters on facades.  But it's like a place you have to go in order to succeed…?  I guess?  It occupies the same role as the Underworld in Joseph Campbell's monomyth.    

I went down to an event called The Descent there, which, I mean, I feel like that supports the rest of my position.  

But I did go down because I was invited to play with a lot of Known Quantities of various kinds, and it was intimidating as fuck.  I perform as a compulsion, not as a desire, so being with people who actively like being seen by others is very strange for me.  When I am on stage, I feel like a grey toad beneath rings of circling hawks.  At least, at first.  Then I black out and wake up after the show.  I was so nervous that I dropped my pencil on the ground and just left it there.  An hour and a half later, once I was feeling better, I picked it up.  That was my Hero's Journey.  The secret to happiness is achievable goals.  

My Myers Briggs designation is something like an Introverted Extrovert, so the life I ended up with is somewhat challenging for me because I'm always caught between these two poles.  I think that's why it's so nice to have the Club at the shows; it's nice to take a breath every once in a while.

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