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Much deliberation on the future of Super Robertson lately. All of it with a clear mind and a happy heart. Am i overwhelmed or just uninspired? or perhaps a little bit of both. perhaps it is time to fold and accept defeat. A defeat that feels more like a proper retirement without the bitterness of defeat. Apparently the Rheostatics are about to play their final show tonight, or is it tomorrow, which is odd as 21 tandem Repeats were in line to help fill the void... and now this talk of folding again. it just seems like there are too many times when I'm on stage and just not cutting it... Probably true that I have too much on my plate and do not have enough time to concentrate on being that "ARTIST". perhaps it doesn't matter... perhaps a mumbling Super Robertson trying to wing it on a wednesday night is better than american idol to some folks... and in that way it is important, but in another more selfish way, it isn't.

We have the next 21TR CD in the can and i still have some stuff than needs completion... for the obvious personal reasons, and 21tr's latest CD keeps getting played on the CBC, which is something that ROADBED could never manage, for some reason, that at it's base is the same reason for everything i am eluding to, and why i feel comfortable using the word failure without shame.

There is also the Secret collaboration of 2 main street men... where 1 track is down.

Then there is the fact the we are having twins in a few months, trying to sell our Loft, and move to a house, and i really should get on my great movie idea... and the book. perhaps i should write art's funding grants... i see rage in my future.

I am happy with life and what i have done musically... a little disappointed in my ability to present that music, with respect to marketing, but happy that it is made and is out there for people to hear and enjoy.