Starting this blog has made me feel almost the same way I did when Frank Sinatra died and I wrote in the pages of Stereophile that when I became a music writer, lo those many dark-haired days ago, I knew that someday I'd have to write a Francis Albert obit. When the blog craze first began to gallop, I knew intuitively that someday, I too would be sucked into the immediacy maw and be lured into venting my opinions, valuable or not, in the blogosphere.
What the hell do I plan to say? In my everyday life here in the seething Apple, I end up running my mouth, ah, I mean interacting, on the phone and in person, with all sorts of musicians, club owners, music business employees, in short folks in and around music. Given the fact that Stereophile is a monthly, much of this info, slash almost substantiated gossip, goes to waste. In addition much comes in Page Six form, and so is not appropriate for a feature story or even a column. I intend for that to be one fertile source of blog fodder. In addition, I have opinions, God knows, that occur day and night and which may hopefully elicit opinions from those in the Stereophile community and beyond. And while music will ostensibly be the topic, everything else, i.e. wine, women and sports—a triumvirate better known (and better stated) by Homer Simpson as "Football, potato chips, boobies"—will I’m sure become a part of this. It’s hard to hide obsessions that are rooted that deeply in one’s soul.
So welcome. I'll try not to bore you. Or drive anyone crazy with too much intimate ranting, too much ill timed, ill thought out humor or too many deliberately outlandish statements about which Seventies acts remain underappreciated, which Beatles songs would have been better off as ballads than rockers or how global warming really isn't a farce. I'll try and keep it short, sweet and worth a look. And please keep those comments coming
