I don't really know that I even have time to be on here anymore, but I come home from work, and this empty blog page is just STARING at me. And I need to write more. Writing at work all day isn't enough. I need to get into form if I'm gonna have a novel done by the end of next year.
Participating here is probably going to be kept to a minimum. I don't like what a lot of people on here love. I probably share a lot of commonly held beliefs, and want my own pleasure as much as anybody else, but the days of trying to make friends through music and what movies you like are pretty much over for me. I am passionate about my record label and about the things that go into my ears, and if I end up DJing someplace that'll give me money and not be a dick when I don't play exactly what they wanna hear, then fine, but I'm pretty much done talking to an audience of any more than a handful about it. Save the writing I write that gets published, I think I need to step back from all of this for a while, past what I commit to doing. Trying to impress people with what you like is pointless. I already know how big my dick is.
I just got out of a bad patch with work. I was booking bands at a club in Manhattan since last summer, and was making virtually nothing at it. Starving was no fun so I searched and searched and busted my ass and got my shit together and I finally found a real job. It's great and I am fulfilled by it -- I get to think (which running a record label and booking bands doesn't really require -- either they're good or they're not; either they make money or they don't) and it's writing, which is my stock in trade. Its with smart people who arent dullards, and the work gets done and people are appreciative and Im pretty fascinated by the whole thing. So I decided to hold onto the booking gig for a little while longer, and even got things to the point where I had convinced them I didnt need to show up to do my job anymore. I think thats where the problem lied.
but i'm still feeling unsatisfied -- should i even get into this? all i will mention is this: last night i got free tickets to review this todd rundgren concert at webster hall (of all places) and it made me afraid to get old. afraid i'm gonna lose everything from my hair to my good taste and accept crud in my later years. todd and his band = the worst thing i've ever seen, some old guy's bad idea of "techno-rock" played by session assholes dressed uplike priests and clerics and standing in front of a very embarrassing light show. life is shit sometimes, often funnily so. i hope there aren't too many acid casualties and other tie-dyed burnouts in my generation.
Participating here is probably going to be kept to a minimum. I don't like what a lot of people on here love. I probably share a lot of commonly held beliefs, and want my own pleasure as much as anybody else, but the days of trying to make friends through music and what movies you like are pretty much over for me. I am passionate about my record label and about the things that go into my ears, and if I end up DJing someplace that'll give me money and not be a dick when I don't play exactly what they wanna hear, then fine, but I'm pretty much done talking to an audience of any more than a handful about it. Save the writing I write that gets published, I think I need to step back from all of this for a while, past what I commit to doing. Trying to impress people with what you like is pointless. I already know how big my dick is.
I just got out of a bad patch with work. I was booking bands at a club in Manhattan since last summer, and was making virtually nothing at it. Starving was no fun so I searched and searched and busted my ass and got my shit together and I finally found a real job. It's great and I am fulfilled by it -- I get to think (which running a record label and booking bands doesn't really require -- either they're good or they're not; either they make money or they don't) and it's writing, which is my stock in trade. Its with smart people who arent dullards, and the work gets done and people are appreciative and Im pretty fascinated by the whole thing. So I decided to hold onto the booking gig for a little while longer, and even got things to the point where I had convinced them I didnt need to show up to do my job anymore. I think thats where the problem lied.
but i'm still feeling unsatisfied -- should i even get into this? all i will mention is this: last night i got free tickets to review this todd rundgren concert at webster hall (of all places) and it made me afraid to get old. afraid i'm gonna lose everything from my hair to my good taste and accept crud in my later years. todd and his band = the worst thing i've ever seen, some old guy's bad idea of "techno-rock" played by session assholes dressed uplike priests and clerics and standing in front of a very embarrassing light show. life is shit sometimes, often funnily so. i hope there aren't too many acid casualties and other tie-dyed burnouts in my generation.
slightgeist:
your honesty and sincerity is ultra-refreshing.
woofertweeter:
oh blush