Today I turn 30. In celebration of three decades on the planet we (The Battenkill Ramblers) will be playing three shows in three countries. To be honest, this was actually a coincidence. But it does make a nice little trio of threes doesn’t it? If you are interested in attending any of the shows, there is more info on the flyers below, or on our website.
I approach 30 with my usual birthday attitude. That is: “holy shit, I’ve made it another year!” Rather than wallow in the thought that I am getting old, I prefer to celebrate the fact that I have yet to be taken down by a speeding bus, lung cancer, or any of the other unpleasantries that can bring a life to conclusion. “Old” is relative anyway.
By most people’s standards, including mine, I’ve managed to acheive quite a few lovely things with my first thirty years in this sack ‘o flesh. I own my own little house (or three, if you want to count each of our Wägen), the house that taught me how to do quite a few things with power tools that I never imagined I would be able to do. I’ve co-authored a book (though I’ve never really felt like it counted as having written a book, as its a guidebook sort of thing), I’ve put out a zine, I’ve been published by other people on paper, I’ve put out two CDs, and my income comes entirely from writing. I speak a second language fluently and live in an exciting and improbable place. Not to mention the I lovely daughter and Beard in my life. So I’d say that 30 is feeling pretty good.
Glasses up! Cheers all around! Now if only I would start liking the taste of alcohol again…