My blog readers know that I’m currently working on the recording of my fifth CD. There is a song on that project that means a lot to me and I’ve had it on my mind all morning. At this moment I’m awaiting surgery, finally, at UT Medical Center. They’re going to put a plate in my chin and wire my mouth shut for a few weeks. The recording process is going to stop here for the moment.
The last days have been quite an ordeal. I’m sure it will be a fun battle story to tell one day but I’m not there yet. Ashley and I thank all of you very sincerely for your concern and prayers while we got home. The doctor doing the operation is the one that I was hoping for and I finally got some peace when Ashley and Addair got out of the truck and I could be admitted to the hospital.
Many of you have been asking if there is anything that you can do, and there is. The song that I mentioned earlier in this post, I’ve just put a demo I had of it here for anyone who would listen. It’s about places my Dad found himself while raising my brother and I. And it ends with what I hope to be able to do for Ashley and Addair. I know that people are around us right now and we’ll be fine. I’ve always had the hardest time getting my music heard and I’m hoping that as a favor to me, people would take the extra time to do it just once. Please help me spread the song because I really believe it’s one of my gems that doesn’t need to be sitting in the archives with the rest of it.
And as always, all my music is available if you click “Levon” above. Four albums, all free.
Now, having played my sympathy card for all it’s worth, I’ll get off of here. I’ve got a morphine clicker and things are good. My surgery is at 12.00 and I should go home tomorrow. I think I’ve finally found a window of time to work on some writing, in forced silence while sipping baby food through a syringe with Addair. We’ve got a brand new Baby Bullet that has its work cut out for it.