
Brit has been participating in the Durango Songwriters Expo this weekend, starting Thursday. This is where Meghan Trainor was discovered. It started out fun, attending sessions and networking with music and TV industry executives. Last night was brutal though. She received some ugly criticism, along with her band, after performing for reviews. Without repeating what Brit related, the critics made Simon Cowell seem like Mother Theresa, all in front of a room full of local peers. Tough industry.
Tried to cheer her up. You have to take criticism for what it’s worth. Provided in a constructive fashion, it can be a useful tool. Instead though, it tends to be negative, almost by nature. And it can stop you in your tracks. I can certainly relate. I just blogged last week about the criticism I’m receiving now as part of a writer’s critique group. I didn’t go into detail but can tell you it’s been 99% everything I’m doing wrong. Some of it’s been good, better word choices and more concise wording. I don’t agree with over half it though. Maybe I shouldn’t be so confident, being a first time writer, but it’s my story and some things I just want to do my way, no matter what my critics say.
Case in point, nearly everyone points out I’m misspelling WiFi by writing it lowercase as wifi. Like I don’t fucking know that. I have a master of science in telecommunications. I wrote my thesis on frequency hopping spread spectrum before most people knew what the Internet was. I know WiFi is an acronym but it looks like shit on the printed page in uppercase. I’m ignoring the advice. Maybe that’s a stupid newbie mistake but you have to go with your heart on some things.
Being dense sometimes helps to keep from becoming discouraged. I recall as a kid being caught in a compromising position with my high school sweetheart on her parents’ couch. The next time I visited, her dad sat me down for a chat at the kitchen table. While he cleaned his gun collection. His message went right over my head. I didn’t get the point he was making until years later. Whether your response is from arrogance or ignorance, moving forward beats quitting out of fear.
Brit got home after performing last night at 4am. She woke up a few hours later and told us about her nightmare experience. After balling her eyes out over breakfast, she said, “Well, I’m going to put on my big girl pants and drive back into Boulder to be with my band, and perform some more.” The girl is going to sing another day. Brit just needs to keep doing what she loves, like this YouTube mashup she arranged and filmed singing with her little sister over the summer. Click on that link and tell me she doesn’t have a future.

























































Jen started us out Friday in the Angel Fire Ragnar Trail Relay with a 3.5 mile run on the green loop. As soon as she begins her run, the wind picks up and the skies open up with rain.
















Brit had a bee in her beer at Twisted Pine’s open mic night. For reals. It was nearly empty and she got a free refill. She should have received a full dinner. Brittany has been taking her voice students to perform at Twisted Pine on Tuesday nights for months. Saturday, she drives to Ventura, California to take acting classes through September.




Not sure I feel comfortable writing about my running this week, since I didn’t run. Squeezed in 10 miles yesterday, but went Monday through Friday without getting in any miles period. I like my job. Being a product manager is always interesting, and cyber security is just plain cool. But 13 hour days all week is bullshit. I have hobbies to feed. Hope this week was an anomaly.

















Ellie told me she intends to run Cross Country her freshman year at NHS. Okay then. I recall Brit telling me something similar ten years ago. Long story short, Brit started out the season. She ran some races. Then she dropped out to perform in the school play. The rest is history. But I recall getting a shot at training Brit in preparation for joining a competitive team. These high schools around Boulder County invented cross country. I feel obligated to prepare Ellie this summer to avoid having her embarrass the family name in Colorado running circles. Because really, this is all about me.