If you would've asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up when I was 7 years old, I would have answered, barber/drummer/pizza delivery guy. 15 years old, forest ranger/drummer/bartender. 18 years old, music teacher/drummer/writer. 23, drummer/radio DJ/barista. Now that I'm almost 26 I can tell you what I really want to be...Drummer/Housewife.
I make a great living with this whole bar musician thing and wish it would be much more and I'm very thankful for the career, but it is the service industry/food and beverage thing I want to stop. I have dated plenty of girls that are lost in the hopeless search for a career and have settled on the idea of a "man" to "handle" the "financial burden". That is 500 years of the "man of the house" bullshit that I'm up against. Recently I've discovered females that are more then willing to accept a 50/50 "dutch" way of living. That's great. That is fine. But, fuck that noise. I want a smart, balls to the wall, career minded woman that is willing to let me do the dishes, wash the laundry, cook the dinners, scrub the toilet, and play lots of gigs. (notice how I stuck that last bit in there? let me explain...) Think of a "man" with a job(s) and goals. He wants his new wife to stay at home and handle the "womanly" type things, while he throws money at her hobbies to make sure she feels some fulfillment in her little "extra bedroom of a life". THAT'S WHAT I WANT! Plus, you never know, the music thing might pay off and then we'll have even more money! As my life stands right now, I have only one real plan...win the lottery. Call it a 401K or a salary, but that is it, and most of the time I forget to even buy the ticket. I have zero money in savings and I only work in the service industry just enough to cover what playing music doesn't.
Keep in mind, I'm not looking for a "stay at home dad" title. NO kids. "Stay at home drummer." I would be so proud of my little home with the picket fence and mowed lawn. I'm already obsessed with a clean house (read my blog about cleaning) I could continue my Netflix obsession and play tons of shows and not worry about pesky little things like "Rent", "Debt", or "Doctors".
Put me in an apron and call me Suzy...I'm ready.
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Hey, Suzy, be careful what you wish for. Am there, doing that.
But I do not possess your drive to clean. With you, it just might work.
Why is it always me and Bob here? Hey Bob, I didn't know you were a drummer! And, Trav, talk to Richie. He, too is living the life you desire.
Travis = housewife? hmmm...strange as it is, I am damn glad to see you posted a blog (finally). Not that I check everyday or anything. I was started to think you were off...being...somebody's housewife. Alicia
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