plodding along

I've really had a hard time with blogging lately. Call it a build up some issues, but I'm really off my game lately. I've gotten schooled lately by the competition across the hall -though, heh, not by the unicorn riders from Parkersburg who run Graffiti.

Part of it is a slight torpor brought on by my evolving role at the paper. I'm moving past the one trick. I'm up to two. Some of my outside the Gazz stuff has been really gratifying, but draining. It's harder to write that stuff, takes more energy and a lot more time than a piece based on a 15 minute interview with the brand new bass player for some clusterfuck metal band.

Of course, I like clusterfuck metal bands. They amuse me and seldom in the way they intend.

Anyway, I haven't adapted as fast I'd like. The funny thing is I think I do my best work when I'm completely overwhelmed. It's not slouching on deadlines or putting things off, but the amazing beauty of what happens when everything lines up.

There's more stuff, but that's a different post.

So, blogging has suffered. Until more profound ideas come along, it might be time to get back to blogging about being a music writer. That was fun... even the part with the angry lesbians telling me they could screw my wife better than me was sort of fun. That's going in my scrapbook --if I ever get around to having one. I'll share it with the grandkids.

Meanwhile, I'm working on it.