spring forward

Spring forward and the way will open before you.

That's the general translation of a line from a Rumi poem.

I like it.

It means to me that you start doing what you feel called to do and the pieces will fall into place as they are meant to.

I have three things I want to do with the money I've saved up.

I saved up money from donations to my last few on line appearances.

My mother gave me $1000 to start a new bank account at her bank by her apartment, which was the nicest thing she's done for me maybe ever.

She gave it though because she wants me to leave it there, and add to it, and stop doing too much.

I've been getting a small amount of unemployment compensation and the much larger additional $600 from the government.

As you recall, I declared bankruptcy in the end of March, so I am debt free.

And I have about $5000 saved up right now.

I could just stay very still, save up the unemployment I continue to get, and hope things return to some kind of normal.

Where would that get me?

I'd have to resume a schedule of driving all over to play performances to make ends meet.

Instead I want to limit my public appearances to concerts that have real value for the listener and for me.

The coffeehouses and breweries will only get me next time around if they pay very well and they absolutely love me, me personally, my music particularly.

They will have to really want me, and not just somebody with a guitar, to fill the slot for the evening.

So how do I keep going in between these better shows that maybe can only be twice a week at most if they're going to be great?

The storefront office creative space is my answer.

The problem is always funding I guess.

I have the $5000 saved up.

I want it to do three things:

    be my emergency fund in my savings account which makes me feel great

    pay Rob to start making my new album with me which I see as a mandatory next step

    kick off my new creative space so I can pay the rent but also invest in the few important things I'll need to make it really really a destination for people


I want this money to do all this.

Rob and I ate dinner out on the back patio last night and I told him this.

He and I agreed that this is how I've done everything in my life, which has made me overextended in many ways many times.

I make my money work hard for me, too hard.

I took my band to Europe, paid my mortgage, fed and clothed my three young kids, and made the next album, all on the same child support and alimony check.

This kind of behavior made my ex-husband and my mother furious.

And here I go again.

Nobody is going to open up a strange and mysterious little pirate shop in the midst of this pandemic.

Nobody but me.

And it's this reasoning alone that makes me want to do it all the more.

On Tuesday I start the quest in earnest.

I also must finish all the songs for the new album so Rob can get started with me.

Last night he told me he's in on the new album....this may sound obvious to you...but Rob Genadek the brilliant world class producer is hard to pin down.

Even when you live in his house with him, you can't assume he'll make an album with you.

At least I can't.

But last night he became confident enough in my plans to pay him up front and more upon completion.

He can't, he won't, he shouldn't, do the album on speculation for me.

The last album, "Songs From The Open Road", he went in on as a collaboration of a different kind because I didn't write the songs.

We had excellent support from Magic Marc Percansky to help get the job done, and it was a big job.

Rob got about a thousand dollars in total for making that album.

He has speculative "points" on the album in case it gets bought up by a bigger distribution company and starts making real money.

But right now Rob only got that small amount.

This time I have to pay him a real fee.

He's going to have to work really hard, long hours, many days, many nights, many weeks.

He'll sit and play the same little passage over and over again with a guitar or a mandolin or an electric bass or a little keyboard in front of him.

He'll tinker around to find just the right passing notes.

Oh my God, I can't even sit there and listen to him do this.

Painstaking torture.

He loves it but he's gotta get some real money for this.


The storefront office is my best shot at having an income of some kind once the unemployment stops.

I can make that space work very very hard.

Tuesday "salon" nights for testing out new material for all kinds of artists.

Script readings for actors and script writers alike.

Saturday public hours with homemade exotic baked goods and a happy hour of free rosé in the late afternoon.

Custom throw pillows sewn on the spot by yours truly on a tough little sewing machine in the corner.

Bolts of fabrics I love, and only fabrics I love, for you to choose from.

Candles, overstuffed chairs, guitars, a small upright piano.

A big desk for me to work at every day when I unlock the door and come in with Tobi the pirate mascot.

A handwritten-in-cursive sign that says "weekdays by appointment only" and "Saturday public hours 11-5pm".

In late summer, a handwritten sign just like the Parisiennes do it, "see you in September".


We Would Be Pirates

Courtney Yasmineh sole proprietor


I have the money to start this but I don't have enough money to do everything and this time I promised I wouldn't overextend myself but here I go because you know that there's also a tour planned to Europe in late August of 2020 that needs a completed album and three plane tickets and a rental car.


Spring forward and the way will open before you!

Repeat it, shout it loud.

I'm doing this, all of this, because I can, because I must.

It's an exhilarating time.

I hope you feel it too.



P.S. A shout out to brave and beautiful Amanda Kloots and her husband Nick Cordero. Nick was admitted as a confirmed case of the Corona Virus in late March and has been in the ICU in L.A. now for 57 days. He's had a leg amputated, a pacemaker put in. He's 41 years old and was in perfect health. They just had their first child, a darling son, this past year, who turns one in June. Nick is a songwriter, singer, dancer, has starred in Broadway musicals. Amanda is doing a superhuman job of keeping people updated on her husband's fight. You can help support her in spirit and you can benefit from her immense positivity. Find her on Instagram by searching her full name. I love you Amanda!






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