Jimmy Street Productions

Who know, somebody besides me may actually read this. As I look back on my life and career I see one reoccurring trait that has to always be holding me back from more success. I’m a terrible self-promoter. I just am. Part of it is perhaps some weird ego trip that I have that I stand out enough that people are always going to remember me. I do a great job on a gig and then never follow up with people. Why follow up? Surely they remember how spectacular my performance was and so they’ll think of me when performing opportunities comes up. I’m kidding myself; really kidding myself.
Firstly, the reality is that there’s a lot of talent out there and secondly is this truism: Out of sight, out of mind. Anyway, that’s a long-winded way of saying that I realize probably no one will ever read this blog. I don’t promote it. Not only that, but I WON’T promote it. It’s just not my personality to jump in front of somebody’s face and say “Look at me, look at me!” Seriously. Some people can do that. Not only can they do that but they get good enough at it that the person that they’re jumping in front of doesn’t really realize that it’s happening.

All of that said, I look back on some of these articles and realize that some wonderful – or at least interesting — things have happened in my life. The story of the trumpet player in San Diego. The Fire that Missed. My two children. My lovely incredibly hard-working wife.

Every time I look at these old blogs (you can see they average a little over one entry per year) I can re-live some experience that has otherwise faded from memory. Forget self-promotion. It’s great to look at even the dumbest of the entries and go: “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.” And, for a few moments remember them.