I've never had a blog. I've read a shit ton of blogs, though. My friend Krystal has a blog. She has some serious skill with writing and expressing herself with written words. My long lost but newly refound friend Jim has a blog, and I laugh myself to tears when I read it. So what exactly do I do when I know my competition is very strong? That small, quiet, peaceful voice in my head told me "Just be yourself." Who was that anyway? Sound advice. I'll do it.
I could sit here and pound out my life story (boring) or just rant about anything ("Ya know what grinds my gears?"), and that sounds enticing. I can rant as good as the best, and I can make even less sense. I can tell stories about the absolutely insane things I have done under the influence of illegal mind altering substance, but the real good ones from this genre I'm sure I didn't remember as soon as the next morning...or afternoon. I got a ton of cool rock and roll stories. I have dedicated my life to the pursuit of the perfect rock and roll song, and found many along the way. I've met a colorful roster of people, celebrity and common folk alike. Or I could just make some shit up. That's always fun, too. I remember in sixth grade we got told to make a story about Christmas, using whatever came to mind, and mine was so good the nuns sent me two other classrooms to read it. See? I'm doing it already!
I guess lately I feel the need to express myself in some artful way, and I know how to do it musically, even to a degree with drawing and painting, but I've never done anything remotely like this. So I guess that means I'm just gonna have to wing it. The possibility also exists that no one is going to read it anyway. That would be okay, because I would still be here flailing away at the keyboard like Stephen King, getting practice.
I'm not gonna set a schedule on this stuff, I'm just gonna let it fly when it may. So welcome to my blog. How the hell are ya?