An interesting question came up the other night while having a conversation with my girlfriend about “the future.”

She asked, “And what about the music… Do you have a plan? What’s the plan?”

I can’t remember my response verbatim, but let me share the essence of my answer with you. I trust you won’t laugh. ;-)

Ever since I was a little kid, and I mean like 2 years old kid, I’ve loved music. My earliest memories are from when I listened to The Partridge Family and Shaun Cassidy records, the ones with the silver and black Atlantic logo in the center of the vinyl disc. I thought every record that had that silver and black was a Partridge Family or Shaun Cassidy record (another story). Apparently those songs from Shaun and Keith got me through my operations at Newington Children’s Hospital when I was a toddler. I couldn’t remember a song now if my life depended on it, but I honestly remember loving the music.

I’ll spare you the details of my formative years, but let’s just say that as a kid, I got a healthy dose of Johnny Cash, Elvis Presley, and Kenny Rogers from my dad, opera and show tunes from my mom, and Journey, Def Leppard and The Go-Go’s from my sister. Then sprinkle in some Motley Crue, Metallica, Pearl Jam and Red Hot Chili Peppers in my teens… Well, it’s enough to make your head spin.

Suffice it to say, I love music. I would even go so far as to quote my friend Gerry, who once told me, “I didn’t choose music, it chose me.” Yeah… I think that’s about right.

Through school, jobs, relationships, a college education, and economic downturns, I’ve been playing music with the intent for it to one day sustain me on both an artistic and financial level. Artistic, so far so good. Still working on the financial thing.

Which brings us to the relevance of the initial question… “Do you have a plan?” The answer is yes. The plan is to never stop.

Look, I realized long ago, that this is a rough path. I never dreamed of multi-millionaire stardom (maybe I should’ve aimed higher?). I just wanted to be happy with what I was doing, artistically. If I could somehow translate that into putting food on the table and keeping a roof over my head, then I’ve succeeded. Realistic, grounded, attainable goals. I don’t need the magazine covers, the sold out arenas, the induction into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame, or the fancy cars. Again, if I am happy with what I am creating, and who I am creating with, and I can make a few bucks along the way, that’s great.

But one does need goals and plans… Fortunately, I have both!

I plan on keeping on with creating my art until I meet the goal of being able to do this for a living… to at least be making what I make at my day job now, and to one day have making music (making records, touring, co-writing) be the thing that I focus on 8, 9, 10 plus hours a day. Again, I don’t need the fancy cars, luxury hotels, or private jets.

I am happiest when I am making music - touring and meeting wonderful folks throughout the country sharing laughs, emotions, hopes and fears together. You see, these things are worth more to me than any material thing on the planet.

So yes, I have a big, giant, encompassing goal that involves a bunch of other little goals. It all revolves around music.

That little two year old that discovered music and loved it? Still here.

Do what makes you happy, right?