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Bucket list: Manage a band – Check

Time flies.  It feels like it was just last week (when it was really December 2014), that I was sitting at the bar at Boar’s Cross’n with Vivienne at the helm and Justin and Paul beside me. Paul reminiscing over the days of playing music with Ned. Justin musing over the idea of starting an Irish music band.  Wheels turning in my head as their words soaked in and started to take form like a Reese’s peanut butter cup commercial…

I sent a text to Brad saying we’d be coming over the Sunday after New Year’s to play some Irish music.  Took but a few seconds before the enthusiastic response, “YES!” came back.

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If you don’t know Ned, you missed out.  He and his wife owned an Irish pub in Carlsbad (CA) village (Escondido and Fallbrook) from 2000 until around 2009.  Ned was head of the house band.  Not only a talented musician, but he knew how to work a crowd like no other.  No two shows were ever alike, because he often shared the stage with a random selection of musicians and singers who popped by.  If you played or sang and he saw you, you were likely to get called up. Brad, Len and Paul were in the band. Brad on drums, Len on the Bodhran (Irish drum) and Paul on just about every stringed instrument known to man as well as a young guitarist/singer from Ireland and then later, Ned’s nephew John Dawson, but Ned was the force that made it all come together. When he and Bren moved back to Ireland back in 2012, he left a bigass Ned shaped musical gaping hole in our corner of the world that no one else could quite fill, so the band fell by the wayside. Some playing in other bands, some dropping the Irish playing altogether.

Fast forward to 2014…Enter Justin.  A Berklee trained musician come home to Escondido. He showed up for the weekly Irish sessions at the pub in Esco and that’s how he met Paul.  In the spring of 2014 I finally took Paul up on the long standing offer to work on my guitar skills by jumping into a session and that’s how I met Justin and convinced him to join in on my project to record a full length CD of my original music (bucket list item #8).  Brad, Len and Paul all joined us in the studio to record the song I’d written for Ned and Bren as their going away present (See You Around) and that’s how we all got to know each other.

Which brings us to the Sunday after New Year’s 2015. Justin, Paul, Brad and myself at Brad’s place, running through some of the old songs with Justin.  It’s a tricky thing bringing in a new one.  Finding the balance between the sound before and whatever the new energy brings.  Sometimes it clicks, sometimes it doesn’t.  That’s why we held off bringing Len in until the 2nd practice.  Didn’t want to get his hopes up until we knew we had something.  An hour into it we knew and it was time for me to pipe up.  Paul had asked if I wanted to be in the band.  I did, but with the uncertainty of my situation, going in and out of remission and the effects of chemo on my voice and body, I just wanted the opportunity to sing a song once in a while with them (as I did with Ned), but mostly I just wanted the magic back.  To look forward to the evenings in the pub when the band would play.  That, and I needed to do something with my time.  My brain and my body couldn’t handle a “real job” but I needed to do something to fill the space in between treatments, so I offered up my services to launch, promote and manage the band for a year (ish) before moving onto my next bucket list adventure (12 Adventures).

DSC_2329-the-whole-gangJanuary through February, we practiced weekly, had a couple photo sessions and I worked on a website and logo for social media and t-shirts.  Our first gig was in the back patio of the Wrench & Rodent, a unique and brilliant seabastro pub.  We also got a request to play an Irish pub on St. Paddys’ day which is pretty good considering we’d only been together for a couple months.  Unfortunately, Paul was already booked.  This was a challenge from the beginning, because unlike the others, Paul didn’t slow down on the music.   He was regularly seen in almost a dozen different bands, often having 2 gigs in a day, so if the band had any shot at longevity, we couldn’t count on Paul to be available for all gigs.  Justin grew up with a girl that played violin.  We asked her to jump in on a practice and voila, another spark of magic.  You could almost hear the fairy dust whirl across the room as she played.  I’ll never forget the look on the guys’ faces when she first played, “Could this get any better?!” Sure, she wasn’t a Bastard Son, so we came up with a more pleasant nickname; our “Distant cousin” and it fit Anna Stasia to a T.  She’s cool as a cucumber and is the caliber Ned would expect in a fellow musician.
Justin-and-NedThe motto of the band was to follow Ned’s tradition to keep the heart light, the Guinness flowing, the gigs professional and foster the vibe that all are welcome.  We weathered the rumor mill (two guesses), the differences of style, opinions and sense of timing. We played for small crowds, big crowds, for charity and for children.  We are worn around by hundreds of people and have shared the stage with other local musicians like: David Sias, Clay Colton, Johnny Dawson, Joe Doyle, Steven Reno and Shelby Ingram. We even got Justin out to Ireland to meet and play music with Ned Giblin himself in the self proclaimed “Road to Da” tour.

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Friday, the day after St. Paddy’s was the last gig being their quote, unquote manager and it couldn’t have happened in a better place, at the Fallbrook Brewing Company. A great place, great vibe, beer and full of great people (thank you very much for the t-shirt :). Still, I felt a little down afterward.  I wondered if I’d failed because I wasn’t convinced these guys would stay a band or even a band of brothers.  Not because they need me.  They don’t.  The brand is solid and it’s out there.  Just google: DSC_5829The Bastard Sons of Ned Giblin and you’ll see for yourself, they fill up the screen. They have access to the FB page, see and respond to msgs and the email for booking: gigs@thebastardsonsofnedgiblin.com. It’s because I wonder if I failed to instill in them just how magic they are. Not as individuals per say (though they are all uniquely talented and I do love each one of ’em), but because I don’t think they’re fully aware that every time they play together, share the stage with others, laugh and bond over a pint, put the music first and the differences aside, they each bring a bit of Ned with them, enough to fill the stage. And that my friends is the je ne sais quoi  they bring to the table the other bands can’t. That’s not a diss on the other bands. Sorry, you lot are good, but my heart belongs to the Bastard Sons of Ned Giblin, though the door is closing on being their manager, the window is wide open for being one of their biggest fans who’s on the ready whenever they need any help or if I’m invited up for a song. And my heart will jump just a little every time I see a new event added to their calendar because I know there’s a great night ahead to look forward to…

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12 Adventures

It’s been a while since I’ve written an update and I think this is a first, me writing across both platforms (theccardandme.com/cancer and aligilmore.com/music n photography). It’s a clear sign that my worlds are finally converging.  For a while now I’ve been able to take off the gloves, put the sword down and focus on what I love most, inspiring others.

As I’m writing this, it’s the 1st day of my birthday month and believe you me I am ready to celebrate.  This month marks 5 years since I was diagnosed with what was once and for some is still sadly, a death sentence; Stage IV cancer. Through the marvels of modern medicine and sheer force of overly optimistic will, I’ve beaten it 3 or 4 times since then and about to again.

If that’s the first you’re hearing of this, all I can say is don’t feel sorry for me because since my diagnosis my life has taken a huge upturn.  I’ve taken more chances and risked more in these five years than I have in the 45 that came before them. I’ve jumped out of a plane, swam in the Mediterranean, sang at a festival in Positano, Italy, stood on the Cliffs of Moher, floated along the canals of Amsterdam, become a sports photographer with highlights of photographing greats like; Beckham, Keller, Ronaldo, Donovan, Keane and Kaka, written and published two humorous cancer survival guides, was the subject for an original TV program (My Human Case:Cancer) and professionally recorded a full length CD of my original songs.  Some ventures, like the book and CD were crowdfunded, while some were a combination of generous friends/family and wholly unaware creditors who were foolish enough to bet on this lame, yet opportunistic horse.

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Six years ago the only obstacle I had was time. I was always too busy with whatever I was busy with.  Now, the limitations are more fiscal, physical and mental due to the cost and side effects of nearly 50 cycles of chemo and radiation therapy and yet, again, I’ve accomplished more in these five years than in the 45 before.

Right though.  We were talking about 12 Adventures or about to at least.  To tell you about them I needed to fill you in on what came before because I’m pretty sure its all been building up to this…

Every three months I get a CAT or PET scan.  It screens my body for any signs of active/growing cancer cells.  If there are then I have to go back into treatment. If there aren’t then I get to be free to go about my business (apart from monthly blood draws) until the next scan.  Today marks my 7th month without chemo.  The second longest I’ve gone in the past five years.  The first was about 11 months.

So last month I’m on the train to the airport, on my way home for a 3 week visit to see friends and family when I get a call from Dr. H’s (my Oncologist) office.  It’s Annie, his head nurse and she’s telling me I need to come in.  The results of the CAT scan run the day before didn’t look good. I told her in the most head-in-the-sand kind of way that I was busy, on my way to see my family and my dad isn’t doing well (CHF), so I don’t have time to come in, but I’ll be back on the 18th. She calmly (as she often does with me in the way a mother or teacher does with a thick student) explained that wasn’t an option.  I said Ok, but I don’t want to do chemo. She also calmly, but with a sadness in her voice said that also wasn’t an option.  Shit. this is it (I thought).  I’m toast.  Apparently there’s a mass in my right lung.  You can’t just zap a mass like they did with other little dots that cropped up over the years…

We compromised and I was able to stay long enough for my sister’s bday plans, my dad’s bbq plans and other things I’d hoped for, but I missed out others and seeing many friends because I was in my cave.  I didn’t want to see anyone for fear I’d burst into tears and give up my story. I was desperate to stay in my “happy place” and to keep them in theirs (for if you don’t know Seattle. Summer is our happy time and don’t anyone dare impose upon it~).

Now that you know my mindset, here’s what happened next…I’m sitting across from my best friend (who is the mastermind behind SHINE PR Etc.) and we’re talking about my next bucket list adventure (because that’s what we do when faced with adversity, think up far more pleasant things)…how cool it is, the responses I get from people following along and how many have said they’ve taken more chances because of it.  I love it.  I love that it’s a positive thing and it’s not about cancer, but about saying #NeverSayNever, that even with these kinds of hurdles you can still lead an adventurous life. You don’t even have to fly halfway across the world to find adventure. Sometimes, it’s literally across the street or down the road from you, but our heads are too often buried in our laptops, cell phones and such to see it.

On a whim I had registered 12adventures.com a few days before, then I secured Facebook | Twitter | Youtube. I thought I’d document my adventures in more detail this way, with tips and guides on how to get there for those who want to follow suit, but like me, were unsure of how and needed a push from a trusted source. Michelle being the natural promoter pushed it out further (where I see an acorn, she sees a grove of oak trees), “Why not put it on the screen, don’t just tell them, show them.  If a picture is worth a thousand words, imagine how much a video series could say.”  And, we’re off~

This is how it works with us.  Energy bouncing across the desk at each other and back like a mental game of hyperspeed pong until there’s a 6 page document detailing the venture and a letter of sponsorship request out to none other than John J. Legere, high king of T-mobile (hey, if you’re going to dream, dream big I say). I love T-mobile.  Especially since he took over and I wanted to personally invite them to be the primary sponsors of my hair brained, but potentius (as in man, that actually has a lot of potential) scheme.  After all, they were with me on most of these adventures and I want to take them with me on the rest, so made sense to me…I can say proudly that I heard back within just a few days…and it was…seriously the nicest rejection letter I have ever received.  It even recommended I hit them up next year (yes, I do have a note in my calendar to write to them again on January 1, 2016).

There’s always a thud that happens when you read or hear the words “we regret to inform you…,” but anyone of great success will tell you that these are necessary stepping stones to “yes” so try not to take them personally.  Hey, in my mind I was dying, so what did I care?  Again, sitting across the table and the subject of money came up.  “So, if you were to do this on a cinematic scale, how would you pay for it?”  “Let’s not aim for the cinema” (though it is on my bucket list to ‘sit in a movie theatre and hear one of my songs being played in the background’). I like control, especially when my life’s schedule runs on 90 day windows of time, so I countered with a web series instead.  It can run on our own schedule (filming in between chemo cycles if need be).  I also didn’t just want to run through it then present it.  I wanted everyone to have a chance to put an iron in the fire, to have a say in the direction the series goes and when I’m done with my list, start focusing on other people’s lists and how to help them realize their own bucket list dreams.  Now that seemed like a noble way to make my mark and in a refreshing way.  Frankly, though I love the feedback I get on my cancer survival guides and I’m honored to be a part of the changing face of cancer, I wanted to light a fire under some over utilized couches (including my own).  Still, funding is good, especially if we want high quality sound and video and voila, “Remember, Mike and Sofia…the ones that recorded my CD release event?” “Yes!”  One quick call and they were excited, on board and sending me a painfully realistic quote.  Funding…yes, ok, back to crowdfunding we go…

contestI did a google search on what was out there.  I funded the first book and CD through Indiegogo which was/is a great platform, but I was curious to see what else was out there.  What caught my eye first was the word “contest.”  I clicked on the link and discovered Ovation TV was pairing up with an unknown (to me) and 3 winners would get 5k added to their campaign funds.  Of course…I had that thing filled out in 5 minutes and afterward pinged across the table what I’d done. ‘Excellent!” ponged back. To prepare for it, we built a campaign on RocketHub.com to get to know the platform.  The more we built, the more it evolved into a visually interesting and engaging array of options.  Yesterday we received the promo video that R3 Films made for us and it hit us…holy crap, this “whim” is actually picking up momentum and we’d better get busy building proposals and contracts~

Fast forward to two weeks later and I’m sitting in Dr. H’s office. He explains to me that after further investigation the radiation specialist (hot doc that’s been fixing my right lung) disagrees with the radiologists findings and after a further telling PET scan, confirms that “mass” is actually scar tissue from recent treatments.  “However…(another word that makes me go ‘thud’), there is a tiny spot in right lung…”  Usually this means 6 more months of chemo, but to my surprise Dr. U. has convinced all that he can blast it with radiation only (he is now my new favorite, sorry Dr. H.) and I’ll be back to my routine in time for my birthday this year (September 22nd), so this year’s birthday month is full of all kinds of cool goodness.

Now, back to the contest…as I understand it, if you’re picked you’ll need to build a fresh campaign, but if we aren’t picked then, we are ready with one slightly feral, but in tact campaign. The contest entry closes on September 4th. Sometime in the couple days that follow selected entries will be announced.  If we are, great, would love it. If we aren’t, we are good to go and have a launch date set for September 12th.  I’ll be mostly managing the campaign while Shine PR Etc. introduces 12 Adventures to potential branded sponsors for ads and product placement. Why so many 12ves you ask?  A: It’s my favorite number (and the secret to the universe according to Neil Simon). B: I may live around and love San Diego, but I’m a Northwest girl born and raised and anyone from there knows exactly what 12 means~

So, now you know…the rest of the story, as they say. 12 Adventures will consist of 12 episodes in a web series, based on 12 adventures of a 50-something, incredibly imperfect Stage IV cancer fighter.  It’ll be interactive and collaborative, allowing all viewers to guide the direction of the series from voting on adventures, locations and even excursions. It’ll feature music from independent artists (not just mine), introducing their unique sound to new audiences. We’ll have “simul-watching” parties, share recipes of foods associated with the locale, do live streaming from location and share tips and tricks for anyone with the same ventures on their bucket list, but needs a little nudge to go for it.  There’s more, but we’ll save it for later.

For now, take a look at the promo video for a sample of the value R3 Films will bring to the project then CAST YOUR VOTE!  Polls close at midnight on September 4th, then somebody’s winning a cool hat~

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