I recorded one of my own songs today, hoping to feel confident enough to put it on Myspace…however, I broke two nails on my picking hand on Saturday. Since I don’t use picks of any sort, that translates to a pretty muted treble sound on those strings. I tried to compensate but I’m just not satisfied with the results, so it’ll have to wait a bit till they’re back to normal — not terribly long, as I like the sound of fingertip behind the nail on the string, as opposed to just nails. I find that too bright for my tastes, and Blondie sounds bright enough as it is.

I am looking forward to posting the song — as I’ve said many times in the past, I think you have to scare yourself artistically from time to time, and I can’t think of anything scarier than posting both my guitar playing and my singing voice online for public view.

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I went to the Asylum last night to see Bobby Miller, the feature, who unfortunately couldn’t make it, so Dave Mac filled in and did well, as usual.

I have very little interest in reading in the open these days, or even in listening to it. It’s definitely an age thing — the interests and topics of most of the readers no longer hold me much.

I know I’ve talked about this before, so I won’t belabor it — but i’m getting too old for this scene, and it hurts.

I’ve been thinking about starting an over-30 slam in Worcester, but as always, it’s more speculation than intention. We’ll see.

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Anyone read Harry Frankfurt’s books “On Bullshit” and “On Truth”? Curious for opinions.

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As for the news: C’mon, folks. Heads pop off during hangings all the time. Grow up — your squeamishness seems a small price to pay for justice, eh? I mean, hell…they did it to Nicholas Berg and Daniel Pearl, after all.