I should have written sooner
march 22nd, 2006
I’m so lame. The month is almost over, and I haven’t written a jot. Shame on me.
I haven’t shirked all my duties. Work is progressing at a spastic, stop-start pace. Most of it happens late at night, hunched over my powerbook and watching late night TV with one eye. Despite that, things are moving right along.
I feel compelled to two awful things: talking about how the music is made (which is like a guitar solo; tedious and boring dweedle-dweedle to everyone except the guy playing it), or talking about what the music is about, which is an uncomfortable subject that I don’t give a lot of thought to.
So to the first, briefly: layers. Lots and lots of layers to the point of pointless.
So to the second: the war. But then what isn’t about the war? The question: Why make art about the war? Buying gas at $3.00 a gallon is an act every bit as informed by the war as anything I can do on guitar and computer. I have no special insights and can only repeat what so many others have said: End it.
I’ll do my damned to get to the bottom of this.
thanks for reading,
-n