OK, I’ve got em. No need to be coy or lie to myself or anyone else. The cruel blues, the mean reds, the winter doldrums — they’re here in a big way. (I might also be coming down with something, but that’s neither here nor there.)
I’m sure the endless barrage of dire economic news has something to do with it, but it ain’t the whole picture. This is shit is personal, yo.
My friend and co-worker is commemorating the one-year anniversary of her blog Liquid Sunshine. I bring this up because her most recent post looks at styles of blogging. Her site can’t be strictly classified as “personal,” although she often writes about her perspectives on any given subject. But how far back to pull the curtain? That’s what she’s asking, anyway.
The Contrarian isn’t a “personal” blog either. Although I’m hardly shy about my viewpoints and opinions, I rarely get into “feelings,” unless it’s my boundless love for my wife and cats. (You try keeping something like that to yourself.)
So yes, I have my moments of elation, doubt and malaise, as anyone who knows me IRL can attest. I’ve just learned that publicly airing such sentiment doesn’t do anyone much good, least of all me. Sure, I’ll occasionally bitch about Comcast or wax nostalgic about old photos on Facebook, but for the most part I stick to the mission: to provide zesty commentary on music, media and metaphysics. Yes, those are personal interests. But until I’m a paid public intellectual (how much longer now?) I’m essentially just shouting from the sidelines.
Should I get more personal? Should I tell you when I’m depressed or excited? Would that please you, loyal reader? You can tell me anything.
Hey, I guess I’m not so in the dumps anymore. This journal shit really works! (So does the red wine and iTunes shuffle.) Time to take stock in the awesome stuff in my life. I’ve got some fine people who contribute their time and energy to writing for The Contrarian — that’s something I don’t take for granted. And I’m at least I’m employed! Often, I’m even interested in my work. And I can still make music, although I don’t do it often enough. I’ve got a fantastic family, even if the majority of ’em are covered in fur. And Mercury isn’t retrograde anymore (which could be why the White House e-mail system went down on Obama’s first week on the job). Things are looking up already!
Stay tuned for the arrival of a new Contrarian scribe who will pen the occasional dispatch from the dark side of the moon. That’s all I can say for now. . .