I want to write more now, I want to make the world that could be come alive on the pages of this blog and become a positive history for my children. However I am realistic enough to realize that is as much a fiction as Howard or Burroughs or Tolkien. The crux is I need to write or else I shall not be able to make it through everything that hits me in a day. So I am going to try to just write and see what comes of it.
Another realization I have come to is that I am not finding much in new music that I enjoy. Part of this comes from not researching and listening. On the other hand an even larger reason is that I have felt nostalgic and melancholy about my past. I have been searching for music that makes me feel. "She is all that I have left and music is her name" is a very real lyric to me for it describes the one constant between both divorces and friends that have come and gone. The clear harmonies of CSN ring true every time I listen to Southern Cross.
This time of looking back has been unearthed by the realization that it has been 30 years since I started the journey of adulthood. In that time I have gone from a hopeful naive bumpkin to a jaded cynical bastard. Hope is not often thought of in my sanctuary. For the last few months I have been taking care of the black dog and not much more. So I am starting the blog up to see if I can find a way to chase the dog off and move on. I am much humbled by any of you who want to join me on my new ramblings.
Another realization I have come to is that I am not finding much in new music that I enjoy. Part of this comes from not researching and listening. On the other hand an even larger reason is that I have felt nostalgic and melancholy about my past. I have been searching for music that makes me feel. "She is all that I have left and music is her name" is a very real lyric to me for it describes the one constant between both divorces and friends that have come and gone. The clear harmonies of CSN ring true every time I listen to Southern Cross.
This time of looking back has been unearthed by the realization that it has been 30 years since I started the journey of adulthood. In that time I have gone from a hopeful naive bumpkin to a jaded cynical bastard. Hope is not often thought of in my sanctuary. For the last few months I have been taking care of the black dog and not much more. So I am starting the blog up to see if I can find a way to chase the dog off and move on. I am much humbled by any of you who want to join me on my new ramblings.
If it helps, Chad, you'll always be a hopeful naïve bumpkin to me, never a jaded cynical bastard. I've also spent time with the black dog on occasions, and for me I've come to accept it, not fight it, as part of the essential truth in my life. When I accept it, its hold weakens. I wish you well in this journey
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