I've come to a fork in the blog.
When I started this project I thought I would write a new piece of short fiction every day as a way to train myself to think creatively. While I still enjoy that idea, it didn't inspire me to any consistency. I wrote sporadically.
Once I shifted to writing about music everything changed. I would get to work at 9 and start flipping through the mental Rolodex until a card got caught in the gears. I had no intention of writing about my personal life...the idea was to write a posthumous review of a dead show.
But what started to happen was a flood of surrounding circumstance, which is ironic seeing as I titled the blog before stumbling onto the paradigm.
And now I think it is time to shake things up again. Sure, there are still concerts in my past worth discussing, like the time at the Living Room with Circle Jerks blaring away when a stage diver was diverted upwards by the front row and came down vertically so that his skull landed directly on mine. Or the underrated Del Amitri on their first American tour in the middle of a 'who can have the weirdest facial hair contest' with the lead singer winning on the strength of stripes on one side of his face and an Abe Lincoln-esque chop on the other. Yet another Living Room memory of going to see Violent Femmes but being forced to leave early because of a whining ride who had to get up early. Primus taking the stage at dusk at Lollapalooza and proceeding to lay an acid trip on 20,000 people. Sitting in the front row of a Craig Ferguson taping as Paul Westerberg bashed out three more chords and a nightmare. Willie Nelson's voice floating over the desert at Coachella like some sort of Gold Rush apparition.
I could go on and on and on.
But something is telling me it is time to focus on some other sliver of perception.
I don't know yet what it will be.
Like a Luddite with a GPS I may double back and retrace my steps from time to time but I'm going to search out uncharted territory.