The CD is finally as done as it can possibly be! It's available for sale on
CD Baby, there are actual, physical CD's in my basement, and that feels good.
As fate would have it, the actual completion of the CD project (which ran a tad late) coincided with the completion of the baby project (which ran a tad early), leading to the ridiculous scenario of me on the phone with the CD duplication house while my water was breaking saying, "The proof looks good! Go ahead and run the project! I'm on my way to the hospital to have a baby, so I may be difficult to reach for the next few days, and I would like to have the CD's shipped to my home address rather than the work address I gave you previously. Thank you."
By the end of that day, I had a baby girl named Vivian Van Wyck Rinehart, and the CD's arrived just as we brought her home from the hospital. I tend to have a searching, worrying nature, but for the moment, I feel utterly complete.
You know, I've never really liked babies. I've always figured I would put up with having a baby for the eventual joy of having a
kid. Now that she's here, though, I am utterly charmed by my tiny little girl, and I completely understand why irritatingly smiley older women say things like, "Don't you wish they could stay so precious forever?" I don't wish that, but I do understand the sentiment. She is so warm and soft and utterly perfect just the way she is.
She's going to be a fun one, my girl, I can tell. She spent nine months doing gymnastics or martial arts or something in the womb, so I am unsurprised when people tell me she's unusually strong and mobile for a newborn. Her first message to the world was an attempt to come out butt first. Revolution! Joni Minstrel would be proud.
Obviously, there are some things that won't happen with the CD; a full band CD release party isn't exactly practical at the moment, and the time I'll have to spend lovingly sending off copies to be reviewed and/or played on the radio will be very limited. But that's OK because you know what? This one's for me and for you, the music lovers, the ones who honestly don't care what genre this stuff fits into as long as the sounds we're hearing please our ears and the songs say things we want to hear. If you true fans out there buy copies, I'll be able to pay for the pressing, and that's all I want.
I've spent the last nine months trying to prepare for being a mom, only to find out that it happens instantly. No other baby's cry sounds like Vivian's. Nothing comes higher on the priority list than keeping her fed, changed, and happy. Having my life revolve around an infant feels much more normal than I thought it would, and we are happy.
Viva la Vivian!