I’m not about to argue with T.S. Eliot. He called it the cruelest month but, for me, April shines. That’s when Spring break college kids and other tourists show up. That’s when “the season” starts and, for the next 5 months, the working musicians around here(of whom I am one) make their money.
Yes, I love April, May, June through Labor Day. September and October are good for beach bum, bar fly, hanger on traffic. Thins out November and down to almost nothing in December save for the occasional Boogie Woogie Santa show.
And January’s the hardest month. All my savings spent on food, utilities and holiday gifts. Good thing I put down booze and drugs a long time ago or I’d be in terrible shape…if still alive.
My guess is: no more struggle.
And that would be a shame because there is something to the “hardest month” crap that thrills me.
Every year, for the past 10 years, I ask myself, “Am I going to make it?”
I tell myself, “Never again will I get into this broke ass situation.”
And, for the past decade, I’ve always made it.
Even though, I’m always broke when New Year’s rolls round.
There’s a good chance 2016 will be no different.