Life Choices 3

It was at that point that I went back East to visit my parents.  In the basement of a friend’s house I met my wife-to-be.  I was coming off a year of being a hermit (so I didn’t talk much at the best of times) and I was struck speechless (at the sight of her) on top of it.  I don’t think I said a word.  Over the course of the next 2 weeks we saw each other through this friend Rene.  I had my ticket to return to Vancouver and got Rene to invite her to go out with us using my departure as an excuse.  Well.  Let me tell you, that was it.  We talked for hours and hours and the bar closed and we continued talking and walking most of the night away (stopping only to pee in a police station…nothing else was open!).  I did not return to Vancouver.

My ambivalence regarding music and need for stimulation and fulfillment was all the more acute when I understood that Debbie wasn’t crazy about the idea of marrying a musician (we just met, but I was marrying this girl…she just didn’t know it yet).  Did I want to be a starving artist?  Did I want to struggle financially and travel constantly?  Could I tolerate constant rejection?  I think, no I know, that musicians (good, like docweissband, and bad) will meet constant rejection at least early in their careers.


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