No, I’m Not Interested In What You’re Doing

As if!

Hey man, what’s going on? Oh, really? That’s cool. What’s that, you ask — you want to know what’s going on with me? Well, I’m a bit surprised to say it, but it feels like there’s a lot going on in my life right now. I don’t really know why — not much has changed — but I’ve been feeling more pressed for time lately than I have in the past. I don’t think that’s a good thing. The amount of free time I have is inversely proportional to the quality of blog posts I write. So the busier I get, the less I feel I’m contributing to the blog. I think I’ve been half-assing it for a few weeks. I guess it’s not a horrible thing. For those of you who show up here just to see what music I’m listening to, you’ve had a few more chances to download albums lately. Good for you. For those of you who want to hear about my life or what’s going on, I’m sorry I’ve been quiet lately.

In other news, I’m working on two cool interviews at the moment, but I want them to be nice and detailed, so I wouldn’t expect them to be posted for a few weeks. One of them is with an older musician who never really achieved mainstream success but whom I have championed for years. The other is a modern guy with whom I’m trying to simply banter. It’ll be silly. You’ll like it.

Oh, and I haven’t gone to any shows in a few months now, which is probably the longest I’ve gone without experiencing live music since I moved to LA. Do I want to drive all the way to the El Rey just to see Boris? I’ve seen them at least 6 times already. Is an Arab On Radar reunion going to be worth it? Will they bring it live? Would I secretly rather see an Oxes show where they play Arab On Radar songs? Probably. I think I’ve given up on finding new music. There’s nothing interesting happening. Wired magazine declared the Internet is dead today — can I go on record as saying music is dead? Is that going to earn me some free publicity? Okay, I’ll say it: Music is Dead.

I guess it’s time to get serious. I’ve spent four paragraphs boring you with bullshit, I should at least try to pack some information into this post. So, I have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow. I’m not excited about it. There’s been something wrong with me physically since high school, but apparently it’s becoming a bit more pronounced now. That kinda blows. I’m trying not to think about the possibility of “procedures” or “tests,” but I’m pretty sure that is going to be the recommendation. At least I have some form of insurance. Things could be a lot worse.

And although I probably shouldn’t be drinking tonight, I’m about to hit up the booze store with my donation money to Get Drunk On Your Donation, Stephen! Stay tuned tomorrow to hear about all the exciting things that happened (or didn’t happen) when I drank a really nice bottle of bourbon you unknowingly (or knowingly) purchased for me. Thanks, dude. I’m gonna get trashed.

Too much shit I want to do, too little time to follow through. Might as well start drinking.