On March 10 his new release, “Three Hours South” will hit iTunes. NEXT week people. Go get it.

I think he’s terrific. I think you will, too.

About a week ago Mitch Rossell and I hooked up for a Skype interview. Somewhere in the midway point we lost our Skype connection (you’ll see a transition), but we quickly got back on track.

It’s fitting that my first podcast (the audio podcast is coming soon – as I prepare to get onto iTunes) is a videocast conducted on February 18, 2010 with a young man I stumbled onto some weeks back. I was immediately smitten (yes, I said, “Smitten!”) with his passion, talent and willingness to go for it. Mitch is responsible for the resurrection of this blog and the new direction. For years I’ve been a passionate fan of Sir Ken Robinson, but when I watched Mitch play and sing I had a “Eureka!” moment of clarity. Thank you, Mitch.

I love to make music, I love to make music, and I love to make music as well. I know what you’re thinking….my life is complicated……….I know

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www.twitter.com/mitch_rossell

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Send $13 ($15 for Canada) [cash, check, money order, etc] to:

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The CD’s are $10 and the extra $3 ($5 for Canada) covers the cost of shipping and the package I have to buy to put the CD in. The album won’t be here until around Mar. 4th-5th so it will go out once it’s here. I will sign each copy that is pre-ordered as well. Once you pre-order your name will go on a list including your mailing address and you will be sent a copy as soon as I have them to send! Thanks everyone, let me know if there are any questions!

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If you enjoyed this conversation, please leave a comment below. If you really, really love it – please Tweet others and let them know about it. And please thank Mitch for doing this!

This is exactly what you’ll find when you visit here in the future – stories of people who are chasing down a dream.

P.S. Just a flavor. Visit his YouTube channel for more covers and originals. About this song, to quote Mitch, “Just for the record, I am not a stoner, I get high on life.”

I’m sprinting down this rickety wooden dock preparing to launch myself into the Lake ‘o the Podcasts. Okay, I’m not so much sprinting as I am lumbering. Shuffling may be a more apt description. Like that Tim Conway character on the Carol Burnett Show (if you’re under 45 you won’t have a clue what that means).

My first interview is in “the can” as they say. It’s completed. I just need to add some production value to the front end and the back end. I need some cover art for iTunes. And of course, I have to submit the new podcast to iTunes. These are things beyond my scope of experience. Thus, my shuffling.

Here are some details about the show though – the podcast. Prepare to be dazzled with amazing copy points designed to make you want to listen – and subscribe to the podcast. It won’t likely work, but here goes anyway.

The subject quite simply is PASSION and CREATIVITY. But the slant of the podcast is going to be decidedly different than you might think. I’m not in search of people who have climbed the mountain of achievement successfully. That doesn’t mean I’m looking for failures. It does mean I’m searching for – and interviewing – people who are simply somewhere along the way. We don’t know if they’ll reach their desired outcome or not. Maybe they’ll be wildly successful and find a way to make Pedro’s speech accurate – “All of your wildest dreams will come true.” But they might not make it. Their success is not the focal point of the podcast. Their bravery and courage to go for it is.

The podcast will chronicle the journey of people who have gotten onto the track with a commitment to run for all their worth. Will they be fast enough? Skilled enough? Determined enough? We really have no way to know. What we do know is that they had the tenacity to start. To try. A willingness to fail. And a desire to succeed.

Those are the stories I want to tell. Lord willing, those are the stories I will share. Together, we’ll hopefully find some inspiration to discover our own way to get out of the starting blocks toward whatever dreams we’d like to chase. These are not people who merely gaze up into the sky hoping success will land comfortably into their lap. They’re pushing, nudging, battling and loving every minute of the pursuit. It’s fun to learn from them. It’s fun to hear their stories. It’s rewarding to cheer them on – as we try to find our own passion and creativity.

Stay tuned for episode number 1 coming soon (I hope).

Just stay tuned because it’s going to be bad – and nationwide. Literally. I mean it.

Two words: passion & creativity.

You’ll be amazed. Entertained. Enlightened. Inspired.

I hope.

A podcast is in the works. The first episode will tell you a lot.

It’s coming very soon!

Podfade is what happens when a person starts a podcast, then runs out of things to say…abandoning the podcast. iTunes is filled with podcasts that haven’t had a new episode since 2004. Blogfade is the same thing, except with a blog.

I’m speeding ahead on the road in the picture. With determined purpose I’m driving just as fast as I can to get to the edge…bracing for the leap. My windows are down. Ashley Cleveland is singing, “Gimme Shelter.” I’m alone.

Wit and wisdom are everywhere. Well, not really, but everybody thinks they’re unique with meaningful things to say. It’s actually quite rare to find a person who has much worth reading. We can’t all be Malcolm Gladwell. Or Seth Godin (I’m really sick of Godin anyway).

Rarer still are those who have anything of real value to say. Sure, we all want to feel we’re special and important. The fact is, we’re not. Most of us are lemmings. Although, I shall continue to hang on every word uttered by Sir Ken Robinson. He’s the real deal.

Last week I began to unsubscribe to all the email newsletters and updates I get. I’ve kicked Google Reader to the curb, too. Twitter? Well, I’ve managed to create at least one Tweet a week (maybe) for the past few months. Too many voices. Too much stupidity. Too many who think they have profound things to say. I’ve read too much in my life. I know moronic ramblings when I see them. Tens of thousands of books do that to a mind I suppose. And I could probably count on two hands the ones that were worth the time spent. I’ve seen enough. Contributed enough of my own moronic ramblings to the heap, too.

I’ve blogged since 2002 with no aim, no purpose and no intention. Rambling with no purpose and no expectation. About 6 months ago I began losing any desire to continue. I resisted slightly – for awhile. But I just don’t honestly care any more. Which is rather odd since I’ve been verbally proficient my entire life. Writing, speaking and communicating all come too easily for me – and I didn’t think there was a mileage limit on it. I thought it was like the rental car with unlimited miles. I was wrong. There was a mileage limit. I exceeded it.

I’m considering a vow of silence, something I would have never thought possible. But more and more I find that I just have nothing left to say. I find conversation difficult, even cumbersome. My desire to contribute, or be contributed to is exhausted. I’ve reached the point of blob-dom where simply being is good enough. If you think cynicism has overtaken me you’re really slow to catch on. I embrace cynicism. I always have.

More and more I find others have little to offer that makes any real difference. And I realize I’m right there in the mix, too. I’m not special, but I’ve never been too bothered by that fact. I’m more bothered by the fact that too many others think they are – and they’re wrong.

I simply have nothing left I want to say. And there’s nothing I want to hear any more either. I’ve reached critical mass of input and output. I’m moving on now to simply exist in the land of action where my talking will only happen with deeds. I’m curious if life can more rewarding when you talk less (or not at all), write less (or not at all), read less (or not at all) and simply do stuff.

In the end one word sums it all up. Drivel. James Lick owns Drivel.com. I call him Jim. He lives in Taipai. Figures. I’m happy for Mr. Lick.

It’s over and I’m out.

Good-bye.