You never call, you never write
I've noticed something odd about blogging. Though you type your little fingers to the bone and spit out posts like valentines to the many, often it's like doing so beneath a bell jar. The echoing of your own heart beating in anticipation of replies is deafening, yet those replies often go the way of messages in a bottle. In other words, they're out there, they're not out there, who can say. It's all mystery and silence and the great question mark in the sky. Does anyone read this thing? If so, do they enjoy it? If not, would they bother to tell me this? And whatever the answer, should I just stop it and spend my time on more productive matters, like, say, cleaning out my refrigerator crisper?
No, I say! Never!! And not just because my crisper frightens me to no end (what in god's name is that fuzzy substance surrounding that vegetable matter?) I won't stop because to do so would be wrong. You are my virtual friends (as opposed to my "real" ones in the "real world".) You are the eyes and ears of Jew-Punk Ascendant. And I refuse to let you down. After all, what else would I do with my nervous fingers, these playthings of the devil? Best to write. And type. And scribble. It keeps me off the streets and in the coffee shops. And as a result it has the extra benefit of keeping my fish-belly-white skin snowy and fresh. No melanomas for me, no sirree.
Ok, enough of that. Just wanted to shout out a bit of guilt at ya. I'm sure that you can take it!
Oh, wait, one last thing. Turns out The Heebie-Jeebies... has been spotted yet again in Israel. This time in the more liberal of the two major papers. Check it out at the following link.
http://haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1101800.html
Till next time, Shalom Ya'll,
s
No, I say! Never!! And not just because my crisper frightens me to no end (what in god's name is that fuzzy substance surrounding that vegetable matter?) I won't stop because to do so would be wrong. You are my virtual friends (as opposed to my "real" ones in the "real world".) You are the eyes and ears of Jew-Punk Ascendant. And I refuse to let you down. After all, what else would I do with my nervous fingers, these playthings of the devil? Best to write. And type. And scribble. It keeps me off the streets and in the coffee shops. And as a result it has the extra benefit of keeping my fish-belly-white skin snowy and fresh. No melanomas for me, no sirree.
Ok, enough of that. Just wanted to shout out a bit of guilt at ya. I'm sure that you can take it!
Oh, wait, one last thing. Turns out The Heebie-Jeebies... has been spotted yet again in Israel. This time in the more liberal of the two major papers. Check it out at the following link.
http://haaretz.com/hasen/spages/1101800.html
Till next time, Shalom Ya'll,
s
posted by G-D at
5:00 PM
4 Comments:
I'm still here, darling. Got a book of my own out now, but us music lovers gotta stick together.
Hey ol pal,
Good to hear from you.
Better to hear about your book. Tell me the title etc. and I'll check it out.
We music writers (and writers of any stripe) do indeed need to stick together.
xo,
s
Hee. :) I hear ya. You'd think that after all these years, the deafening lack of response I've accumulated on my blog would deter me from writing mind-bogglingly long posts several times a week, but apparently, no. :)
Keep those posts coming! Even if I'm not always responding, I'm happily reading. ... Hey, wait, that's what my readers might start saying. How about this. You keep posting and I'll start sending money. Yeah, that's it.
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