Hey, almost three years have passed and the powers-that-be have decided to let me back in to have a looksie. I see that the foundation is still quite firm and the paint is ever so fresh. Since I have been given the green light, I haven't snooped around to see who from "the golden age" is still limping about. If you're still here, I hope to catch up soon. For those of you who give a rat's ass, here's a quick update:
Still extremely happily married. Bought a house. Still at that ridiculous fucking job. I'm trying to find something else, but so is the majority of the country. Haven't been to a club or a show in a very long time. That's fine with me. It has given me the opportunity to reconnect with music on a personal level. Still buying records like a motherfucker. It truly saddens me that music, books, news, etc. have all become very disposable mediums. Don't get me started on that. You can read my blogs from 2004 (if they're still on here) and know where my heart lies on that subject.
That's the bare bones for now. I'm running too fast...even when I'm relaxing. My dream is to truly savor this feast that life has bestowed upon me. In case you're wondering, there is nothing remotely religious about that statement.
If you're stepping in your first pile of Mulhollanddrive, please know that I have no motives. Nothing dishonest or creepy is forthcoming. Silly and possibly offensive? Oh yes most likely. My love for diatribes is immense, so you've been warned.
Hope you are all having a great weekend. While Sunday is a day of emancipation, it still has that awful day of reckoning feel to it. I fucking HATE football. No plans past personal hygiene. My jones for record and book shopping is knocking at my door. I have already bought too much since Friday. If we find ourselves in the same store, keep your hands off of my Slim Harpo!