My final post for NAP
Good morrow. it is 4:24am and I just got back from my requisite Menil walk which as many know is my way of walking off the booze when I've had too much. Much love to my friend in San Fransisco who was good enough to respond to my text teases for being lame and not being at the Dirtbombs tonight. She was good enough to talk a bit during my little sobering sortie and it was much appreciated.
In short, I had a lot of fun tonight. I'm still pretty tipsy as i write this but the point is simple - I love music, i love my friends, I love my city, I love my family, I love my wife, and i love my son. Music is an extension...an expression of our love for the world and that is the reason I'm neurotically obsessed with how people express it. Be it Mlee Suprean whose work I so admire, the Jonx whose technique is unparalleled, Jenny Wesbury whose wit is something we should all envy, Joe Mathlete or John Sears whose youthful enthusiasm reminds me why old people suck, Sharks and Sailors or Tambersauro who make me feel like the slacker I am, or any number of bands. The point is this - have fun and love those around you!
Fuck Bush! Fuck Hillary! Fuck McCain! Fuck Obama! That person sitting next to you? That person right there! Give them a kiss. Play them a Paul Westerburg song, a Deer Tick song, a Reigning Sound song, or what ever speaks to your soul. Take them to a show and let the music express what you cannot. My point is simply this - there is a lot of bullshit out there but cut past it and you will find good and loving people
I went to Rudyard's tonight and saw The Dirtbombs. They put on a great show but you know what? No matter how great the show was, part of the experience was hanging out with or talking to Kurt, Mara, Ted, or anyone else with whom I chatted. That was the core of my evening- people. God love them too. People are selfish, stupid, and many other bad things but when you get down to it, you walk up to a friend and you give them a hug and it feels like home. Music when you get down to it should be that and my point of establishing this blog was to express that joy of creation, sharing, play, and love. That is what it is all about. If you've become too old to love or express joy then maybe it's too late for you but, for me and my friends, we went to see the Dirtbombs, we got fucking plastered, and smiled like idiots at the beauty of it all. If you can't see the beauty in that then there is no hope for you. I wish I could help you but you are doomed.
So, Kisses and hugs to all my fellow NAPpers who have been so generous with their time, the peeps I hung out with at SXSW (mara, Anneke, and Maikke) who cinched my faith in good human nature, Rosa who has been such an inspiration, and all you good people who read my rambling butchery of the queen's English. I'll still be writing for the Free Press Houston but my time here is done. Long Live the NAP and all who sail with her.
In short, I had a lot of fun tonight. I'm still pretty tipsy as i write this but the point is simple - I love music, i love my friends, I love my city, I love my family, I love my wife, and i love my son. Music is an extension...an expression of our love for the world and that is the reason I'm neurotically obsessed with how people express it. Be it Mlee Suprean whose work I so admire, the Jonx whose technique is unparalleled, Jenny Wesbury whose wit is something we should all envy, Joe Mathlete or John Sears whose youthful enthusiasm reminds me why old people suck, Sharks and Sailors or Tambersauro who make me feel like the slacker I am, or any number of bands. The point is this - have fun and love those around you!
Fuck Bush! Fuck Hillary! Fuck McCain! Fuck Obama! That person sitting next to you? That person right there! Give them a kiss. Play them a Paul Westerburg song, a Deer Tick song, a Reigning Sound song, or what ever speaks to your soul. Take them to a show and let the music express what you cannot. My point is simply this - there is a lot of bullshit out there but cut past it and you will find good and loving people
I went to Rudyard's tonight and saw The Dirtbombs. They put on a great show but you know what? No matter how great the show was, part of the experience was hanging out with or talking to Kurt, Mara, Ted, or anyone else with whom I chatted. That was the core of my evening- people. God love them too. People are selfish, stupid, and many other bad things but when you get down to it, you walk up to a friend and you give them a hug and it feels like home. Music when you get down to it should be that and my point of establishing this blog was to express that joy of creation, sharing, play, and love. That is what it is all about. If you've become too old to love or express joy then maybe it's too late for you but, for me and my friends, we went to see the Dirtbombs, we got fucking plastered, and smiled like idiots at the beauty of it all. If you can't see the beauty in that then there is no hope for you. I wish I could help you but you are doomed.
So, Kisses and hugs to all my fellow NAPpers who have been so generous with their time, the peeps I hung out with at SXSW (mara, Anneke, and Maikke) who cinched my faith in good human nature, Rosa who has been such an inspiration, and all you good people who read my rambling butchery of the queen's English. I'll still be writing for the Free Press Houston but my time here is done. Long Live the NAP and all who sail with her.
8 Comments:
Ramon, you're irreplaceable.
Farewell Ramon. It's been a real treat working with you again after all these years. I hope it's not another 10 years before we work together again.
Come visit. It would be good to see more of you in the flesh.
And do inform when that Really Red article is ready.
Maybe Rosa wants to write some???
Big love and kisses to you both (and the kiddo too).
wtf, three sheets to the wind and you only have ONE type-o.
Okay. Are you not the founding member of NAP? Why are you leaving something you created? Is this an early April Fool's joke? Why leave something you're so passionate about? Most of what we have to do in life is meaningless crap. Why leave something so worthwhile? How rare is that these days?
Emar
Wow yr right Rosa. I was totally plastered and my typing improved dramatically. Nutters!
Thanks for the nice comments peeps. I think the peeps are more than capable of carrying on and letting the board evolve.
Take care, Ramon, and I do hope you hang around in the comments. I really appreciate you getting this thing off the ground, and your dedication to the Houston music scene (as well as your "Dave" review scale) will be missed going forward.
What, no two weeks notice? Pack your bags and get the hell out of my office, and don't expect a good reference!
Morbidly Obese Boss
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