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05/21/07 Current mood: Ready Respect to any artist who knows there might never be a golden cup in this lifetime, but still continue to do what they do... Not out of anything more than just releasing everything they have inside themselves. There might never be results except one's own perception of a mission accomplished. We live in a time where compromise is usually needed to reap the rewards most people associate with success. Much respect to the people who create and create... And might never ever get the recognition beyond their peers and loved ones in their city.... I guess I'm realizing there's no light at the end of the tunnel... I should of had my flashlight on the whole fucking time. I have the new album in my hands... It's back from the plant and I can't wait to release it to everyone who supported me this past year.... Which in part was as beneficial as it was hell on my psyche. I have no false pretensions about how well this album is going to do... It's DIY. But I've never been more excited about anything I created in my life, and I never put so much into something.... I have no child, no girlfriend... I'm probably too damn picky and too damn crazy to think anyone would wander into my funhouse at this point in my life. This album was my girl-pal for a year. I poured everything into her. And now I'm holding it... Even though it sorta feels like giving birth in the back of a car rather than a hospital thanks to this "Do It Yourself" approach.... Just so much work to be done now. It ends when you quit.... Not before... You will be told you suck or others will be told you suck if you do try to bring anything into this city... But what else are any of us going to fucking do if we're worried about the fear that 100% of the community might think our shit stinks? I sometimes think I was born in the most boring time of this world. In some other time I could of been blowing up deathstars, or fighting ninjas in some holy war to save a statue that holds the secrets to my village... But instead I work retail, write songs, and blog. People always tell me to move to NY or LA and make them laugh... But there's so much to be done in this wonderful city of Boston... There's so many fucking talented people here it's unbelievable. It has pissed me off the last few years to see some amazingly talent musicians in Boston come and go... Without any fucking recognition for what they tried or did do.... Just added to the footnotes of a shitty Boston music scene that doesn't seem to wanna give props to anybody until they're dead, and then there's no reason to be jealous of them anymore. I caught myself doing this alot the past couple of years with the character, but fuck it man... Life is too short. Stop with the TV, take the red pill, and break out of the matrix and engage in the world around you before you become too old and bitter to do otherwise. If you don't think you can make a difference then your right. I died over and over again this past year just wishing for a moment that never came. Thinking of a scenario that never played out, and growing bitter in the process... But I'm walking... And I get just as happy at the things that come unexpected as I get upset in the feelings I didn't get what I wanted.. I'm very excited for the release party... It's the day after the release that always scares the shit out of me. Just feels like a dream I always wake up from and then I have to get back to doing what I need to do to survive. Love, Robby E-mail Robby at robbyroadsteamer@aol.com 
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