This is a blog of blogs. Can I tell you? I wish February 12th was here already. The anxiety of the wait…breath, Linda. Enjoy the ride, Linda. The road you envisioned of having less bumps and potholes, is still scenic.
One of the best of good guys, Cal Schwartz, has been in the car with me on my journey, from day one. Actually, he was shining up the rims, before I even got nominated. He was supportive just to see me trying to get into the game.
I promise never to forget all of you whom have been so kind to me along the way. I am extremely grateful and touched by those of you who have given me their best advice to guide me and protect me, through this unfamiliar world, on the cusp, so I don’t fall over the edge. Those of you who did it sheerly for your fondness of my music, and (aw shucks), me.
And I will also do my best to forget those who have done their best to try to push me over the edge.
Even folks that had good intentions, like Disc Jockey, Gordon Ames, got sucked into some of the poisonous peeps, by being manipulated and misquoted in this lovely article. And I would not have known it, if we hadn’t spoken. He was disappointed with what was supposed to be an “off the record” conversation, with a call from the Houston Press, that was twisted and manufactured to the author’s agenda to further bully me. Who is that freakin’ guy? Who cares.