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new year ramble #1

american gothic house, eldon IA, 12/10

american gothic house, eldon, iowa, 12/10

(Tuesday 1/4/11, 8 a.m.)It’s a pleasure being conscious and mildly caffeinated, though I’m not sure I should be driving this desk quite yet. Tossed and turned last night, 2nd night in a row, and finally got up and took a sedative to go to sleep. Not good when you are needed to function at an early hour–in this case to proofread my daughter’s school project that is due today. She picked an exotic font, of course; one that only generates beginning (right-facing) quotation marks, far as I can tell, and instead of researching where punctuation marks should go at the end of sentences with those quotation marks, has put them in both places, inside, and outside the quotes. Otherwise, brilliant job. (She is jumping up a grade, to 7th, starting today). Since she was running late, I helped her fix a few spots and reprinted it for her. I know she is grateful, however I am still waiting for her verbal confirmation of this. Okay, I’m not waiting. She’s going through a “phase”, and though I love that she is so self-determined, (in addition to being so intelligent and beautiful) the contemptuous attitude expressed is often a tough bite to chew. She’ll come back. I know she will. Til then I wait, help when I can, reprimand when needed, and otherwise stand back. Sometimes I think saying nothing is the best thing I can say.

Last Wednesday night I was sleeping in a hotel in Mt. Vernon IL. I dreamed that I was going in and out of different houses on one of the streets where I grew up (Pargoud Blvd, in Monroe LA). Everyone’s doors were open, and there was a big wind shaking the trees. I think I was looking for guitars. But I was already carrying my 3 most valuable guitars in my hands, all vintage Gibsons. And couldn’t possibly pick up anything else.

The new year is starting off well: over the weekend I was able to clear/reorganize two rooms in the house which had become impassible and otherwise dangerous. I actually did my year-end merch inventory at the end of the year, instead of the usual blindfolded dart-toss at a wild guess sometime in April, when the shadow of the almighty 1040 darkens the ground. Yesterday Evan and I delivered an overstuffed garbage can of glass to the recycling center, and after receiving complimentary yet unintelligible instructions from the gatekeeper there (except for one word: “Bordeaux”), recycled our Christmas tree at the East Park community center. We then sped off to Target where Evan purchased with two gift cards one new PS3 game in which one of the characters suffers from a minimal vocabulary, mainly consisting of George Carlin’s seven-words-you-can-never-say-on-TV. In addition to a surplus of firearms, ammo, and enemies. Strategy. Yeah. It’s a strategy game, Dad.

Strategy: I am plotting out the new year much too late. But, I say to self, at least I am doing it. I have what I think is a damn fine record in the can; I just need to find some capital with which to market it. The tour schedule is frighteningly blank, but this too is changing by the day. Thursday I head east, and wind my way through the mountains, into North Carolina, for a few shows over the weekend. Thanks for believing in my efforts, and I hope to see you at a show, or hear from you sometime soon.

5 Responses to new year ramble #1

  1. Van DeLisle January 6, 2011 at 3:40 pm #

    This was hilarious, Kevin. I really enjoyed hearing about your interactions with your daughter. hahaha
    Good luck with the new cd.. quite a few of us are waiting patiently.

    • kevin gordon January 11, 2011 at 3:54 pm #

      Thanks for your continued patience, Van. The delay is downright embarrassing at this point.

  2. Julie Crews January 6, 2011 at 8:37 pm #

    Kevin, I will keep in my quiver of parenting arrows all you have said about your beautiful and contemptuous daughter. My oldest (a daughter) has just turned eight and I see little shadows (or maybe light-bursts) of things to come in her all the time. Isn’t it interesting and wonderful to try to get to know someone who you helped bring into the world?
    As I am from there, and am missing it lately, I wish I could come to your show in N.C. this weekend. If you are anywhere near Asheville, say hello to the world around.
    Off to the studio now.

    • kevin gordon January 11, 2011 at 4:01 pm #

      Hi Julie,
      thanks for your comment. With the passing of time, parenting seems to just keep getting more complex . . . less physically demanding, of course . . . so glad spoon-feeding is beyond me now–but the spiritual/mental stuff–how to remain a positive influence, how to maintain the right distance, etc.–well, it feels like going from Algebra I to calculus. (I didn’t do so well at either of those, ha ha). The challenge for me just seems to be keeping up–staying in the present, with where they are now.

  3. Ken Cotner January 13, 2011 at 9:01 pm #

    KG, love the website and your “New Year Ramble #1″. Methinks you have the parenting-a-middle-school-daughter strategy down right, especially the last sentence. If it’s any comfort, we have a very similar sounding high school senior daughter. The usual drill — ask for help; reject suggestions; tears/I can’t do this/end of the world; stomp off to the computer; come back with something terrific. Repeat ad nauseum. Very stressful at first but we got used to it!

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