You know I'd give you everything I've got for a little peace of mind.

So here it is.  A new blog.  A new step in the process of yours truly moving forward with the writing thing that he abandoned for a while.  Not that it truly mattered in the grand scheme of things, but I did miss doing it all.

Who am I?  You don't know?  That's OK, some days I don't, either.

Music critic (Fufkin, PopMatters, Bullz-Eye; my own trip known as "Echo From Esoterica" from 2001-2004), musician, writer, pop culture sponge.

So yeah, a reboot of sorts.  A dabbling in this and that, of something and nothing.  Who cares?  The kids get it for free via texting and push notifications.  Back in my day we still used typewriters.  Big deal, I know.  It doesn't exactly inspire OMFG, does it?  It's not supposed to, really.

I just turned 38 recently.  Wasn't I just 28, or 18?  Can't really remember 8, though I'm sure it was undoubtedly grand.  So much to recall but only I care. 

The blog as an egotistical landfill.  Everyone's got one, don'tcha know?  Some of 'em gain Importance!  You might even get featured on NPR where they'll talk about you in that weird, almost-stoned/sort of robotic not quite but pretty much monotone.  Weird.

I'm beginning to wonder if The Beatles are my favorite band of all time and not The Velvet Underground as I always proclaim them to be.  It's all tasty.