This pretty much says it all
Hey Ya’ll . . . it's time we had a little talk.
Some of you may have noticed, or rather not noticed, a rather sporadic nature to these blog posts. They're just not as frequent as they were intended to be. There are a few reasons for that, most of which I won’t go into. However, I will touch on a couple of rationalizations, as well as a solution and a new format for what this blog will be.
The hit-or-miss frequency is partly a time thing (I spend an awful lot of hours building guitars) but it’s mostly an attitude thing. My writing has primarily been ruled by nature, by my natural surroundings. I’ve made it a point to generally reside in places where the outside world was often engaged in something weird, wonderful or weirdly wonderful (or, on the obverse, downright terrifying but still mega-interesting). You know the drill. I’ve made my home in spots where bear, moose and mountain lion were regular fixtures in the back yard, getting all giddy at seeing trees explode due to 50-below temps, having massive forest fires licking at my porch steps. Stepping outside my door often involved encounters with poisonous vipers, a rock group consisting of armadillos or a chorus of owls of both the hoot and screech variety. These things were balanced with paddling around on a river for no reason at all, watching deer materialize through morning mists and watching the midnight stars concoct strategies in an intergalactic game of Yahtzee.
I could go on at length, and over the past few decades have done just that. Suffice to say that, at the present time, I live in the middle of a very dry soybean field. Not much happens in a very dry soybean field. Due to the way I've tended to live my life the aforementioned dry soybean field makes each day here feel much the same as the last (that's a novel concept for me). It’s bad for the creative juices and the endorphin flow. Maybe that’s why people who live in farm country primarily discuss weather, and weather, and weather.
I’m not saying I regret the move – there are important reasons I’m here and I’d do the same thing again – but I am saying that a distinct lack of awe-inspiring natural occurrences messes with my head a little bit.
Explanation. I’ve generally written via inspiration. The trigger for that inspiration has been nature. Even if a column didn’t directly deal with the big out-there it was those literal bolts from the blue that led me to have philosophical bolts from the blue. Those flashes and crash-bangs in turn led me to scribble down some sort of meandering nonsense.
But, that doesn’t do much for those of you expecting to have a decent read a few times a week. And really, you should get something more than articles on deep-frying or guitars or “gee whiz . . . it sure is hot out there.”
So, I’m throwing a change-up. Starting next week (Monday, July 2) I’ll be posting on this site three times a week (Monday, Wednesday and Friday). The pieces you read are going to be quite a lot shorter and a quite a lot more topical. I’ll occasionally toss in a long philosophical diatribe, as the mood strikes and the idea percolates, but for the most part you’re going to find something different than what has come before (or didn’t come before).
Which is not to say I won’t still be hawking guitars or talking about deep-frying. In fact, you could go right here (warning . . . blatant self-promotion alert) and read all about that. http://www.marrsguitars.com
It is to say that, henceforth, there will be other stuff.
So, if you’re of a mind, feel free to bookmark this page and check back on Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings. I’ll only occasionally be sending out a mass email to let you know a piece is online (unlike now, where I send something out with every column). But a notice goes up the second I post on both the Missouri Life Facebook page and my personal Facebook page.
I like feedback, and welcome yours. You can put comments here, or write me directly via facebook, email, or my guitar website (which only mentions my email address a few thousand times).
Dat’s the story . . . just wanted to clear a few things up.
See ya Monday.