As I ponder the subject matter for this, a blog created for the sole purpose of getting, and keeping me writing, some things are a complete mystery to me. There are two posts on this blog that have garnered more reads than all the others combined - one of those posts is about a dreaded household chore (cleaning an oven, which by the way, sucked) and the other is sort of an ode to binge-watching - despite the fact that I'm probably the furthest thing away from being any kind of hipster.
Hundreds of hits and then thousands of hits. Damned if I know why on either one. The more I read, the more ideas I get for content, outlets for said content - and I still feel that a lifetime isn't enough time to read all that I should. A grade school teacher used to tell my class (can't remember exactly which grade this was, but the quote stuck) that books are your friends - point taken. Two cups in on this beautiful Spring day, and I wonder if in the not-too-distant future, an elementary school teacher will say this to her class:
Remember, your Kindle is your friend.
Bleh. I have a Kindle, and part of the appeal I get, but I still like books. I always will. I like (some) magazines too, though the pile up can get downright daunting - and I could do with throwing a few things away around here.
So more arrived today - from a reading source that a friend has been after me to both read and submit work to. To test these waters, for both my reading and writing, I ordered two back issues of one of their publications - and one of the issues kinda begged me to buy it: The 2012 Music Issue
Boom. I'm in. Never mind the fact that I may not even have heard about some of the artists/music in this issue. When I ordered this issue, I did see Lucinda Williams name, which is a very good sign. What I somehow missed, was anything that told me the 2012 Music Issue would come with a cassette tape music sampler. Really? Talk about a Throwback Thursday.
I had to think for a minute to realize I even had a device to play a tape on - turns out I do. Also turns out that I've never played a cassette tape on this totally unimpressive shelf system...and the shelf system is laughable when I think of either systems I have owned or currently dream of owning, particularly with a rather large music collection, but never mind all of that.
Into the deck this sampler goes...meh, not much real substance for the ears here, but I'll let it play out in the hopes that something just might grab me. That's kind of a difficult task when I know there is so much in my collection that does grab me, that does move me - and has/will for years. Maybe it's just me, but I think even my dog knows better with the shit that's playing on this cassette. He just walked over to the system and gave it a big long sniff, that the music snob in me wants to believe is a "Dude! What the ACTUAL fuck??" - and yes, my dog is that cool....sometimes.
It's kinda hard to believe that I'm sitting here writing and listening to a fucking cassette tape. Reminds me of when I sold my bicycle when I was a kid so I could buy a cassette tape deck to listen to music on. Not long ago I got into an argument that went absolutely nowhere with a younger coworker, who flat out refused to believe that I, as a teenager, had a cassette deck. He was convinced that because I was in my forties, I simply didn't remember that they didn't even make cassette players and tapes when I was a teenager, that I was too old to remember that what I actually sold my bicycle to buy was either an 8-track or a reel-to-reel. Really? You think I don't remember what I sold my own fucking bicycle to get the money to buy? Bitch, please. They did have cassettes when I was a fucking teenager, your ass is ignorant to take your stance that they didn't and I didn't know what the fuck I was talking about - they did, and so did I. Let the record show that I also remember that I never owned an 8-track or a reel-to-reel.
So there you have it - unsolved mysteries of sheer numbers of readers on this, a blog created to simply get and keep me writing. Hundreds of readers on some things, thousands on another - and like it or not, hundreds and thousands ain't a bad start, particularly when the reason(s) behind the blog are to indulge in but one area of creativity. Then there's the nod to Throwback Thursday - perhaps dangerously close to hipster status, but I'm throwing it out there on account of the tolerable cassette tape that I'm listening to as I type this. I'd be balls deep in hipster if I were stopping now to get to my appointment to get a tattoo and have my junk pierced - it's true, look it up....but alas, I need to stop and get some things done around here before I leave for work. Peace out, good people, peace out.
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