I heard there was some kind of local Oscars party last Sunday. Looks like folks had a dandy of a time. I didn’t even watch the show at home, but it’s nice that Martin Scorsese finally won something.
Another crazy guitar, courtesy Music Thing.
I occasionally get burned out on music (the live variety, at least), but I’m still a fan of good writing. Not that I’m always capable of producing it. So Undead Molly’s post about writerly clichés is right up my alley.
Highgate finds Jesus, promptly misplaces Him.
OK, time to address a rumor:
Yes, it’s true that I’ll be leaving Burlington in the near future. My 15 or so years in the Queen City have been extremely interesting, but I’ve run out of feasible ways to reinvent myself. Also, I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s friggin’ cold in Vermont!
I love my job, especially the people that I work with. It’s been the most rewarding professional experience of my life, and an opportunity for which I’ll forever be grateful.
Did I mention that I dislike winter?
I’m guessing I’ll continue to write about and compose music, but it’s too early to know what my next gig will be. I hope to maybe assemble parts at home. And, if things get really desperate, I can always start a religion.
But let’s not speculate, shall we?
Vermont’s music and arts scene continues to grow, and I commend all involved for their passion and commitment. Glad to have been even a small part of it.