The Swan Song
When I signed on to this blog in what is fast approaching two years ago I was pretty into it. I appreciated the challenge of coming up with something music related every week that I thought would not only be readable but would also keep me interested. Obviously this sort of wish won’t always come true, but given the fact that life keeps going along no matter what you want to do in between the stretches of reality that annoyingly pop up, I think I have more or less accomplished what I set out to do. More or less.
In these two years I have probably managed to alienate almost all of the original members of this project, and perhaps have done so at the expense of my dignity.
As much as I hate to leave under what is for me a bad situation, nonetheless, that is what I am doing today.
I think I have perhaps said all I can possibly say in here without starting wars I have no interest in fighting.
The wars will be fought somewhere else, and hopefully soon.
But for now, it is time for me to move on.
Once the cheering stops (if ever), my colleagues can find someone who fits this project better than I do.
No doubt someone who reads this will gain no small amount of delight in knowing I am bowing out, so to you, you’re welcome.
As for anyone who actually cares what I will do next as far as writing goes, hit me up on This Won’t Hurt… and I’ll keep you up to date. My hope is to start something new that covers more than just music, since I can be an asshole on all sorts of topics.
As far as music goes, I am lost without it. I have discovered so much about who I am and what I care about through my love of music. It’s just that I would like to devote this energy into more, and lately this blog has built more walls than it has opened doors (for me that is).
So, I thank Ramon for asking me to do this, I thank all of you other NAPpers for putting up with me, and I thank all those who have commented on my posts good or bad.
And most of all, I thank the unspeakable for finding me in here. That alone makes it more than worth it, and I will never forget participating in this for that alone.
If anyone ever wants a guest spot, hit me up and I’ll throw one together for you.
Best of luck to the NAP.
And of course, fuck you all!
In these two years I have probably managed to alienate almost all of the original members of this project, and perhaps have done so at the expense of my dignity.
As much as I hate to leave under what is for me a bad situation, nonetheless, that is what I am doing today.
I think I have perhaps said all I can possibly say in here without starting wars I have no interest in fighting.
The wars will be fought somewhere else, and hopefully soon.
But for now, it is time for me to move on.
Once the cheering stops (if ever), my colleagues can find someone who fits this project better than I do.
No doubt someone who reads this will gain no small amount of delight in knowing I am bowing out, so to you, you’re welcome.
As for anyone who actually cares what I will do next as far as writing goes, hit me up on This Won’t Hurt… and I’ll keep you up to date. My hope is to start something new that covers more than just music, since I can be an asshole on all sorts of topics.
As far as music goes, I am lost without it. I have discovered so much about who I am and what I care about through my love of music. It’s just that I would like to devote this energy into more, and lately this blog has built more walls than it has opened doors (for me that is).
So, I thank Ramon for asking me to do this, I thank all of you other NAPpers for putting up with me, and I thank all those who have commented on my posts good or bad.
And most of all, I thank the unspeakable for finding me in here. That alone makes it more than worth it, and I will never forget participating in this for that alone.
If anyone ever wants a guest spot, hit me up and I’ll throw one together for you.
Best of luck to the NAP.
And of course, fuck you all!
12 Comments:
Well, i for one, i'm sorry to see you go. You may have pissed me off at least once that I remember, but from pissing me off to alienating me is a long stretch. I don't run that easily. I hope you'll stay in touch. I'll be checking in at your other blog (last time i checked it you had privatized it). See you around.
I'm declaring Conor's inaugural claim "to all future posts of former nappers" to be non-cummulative thereby allowing me to claim all future posts of former nappers post-Conor's-claim for Wednesday.
This post could be read to mean that one of your goals was to alienate the other nappers, in which case I say you've got a ways to go (and also you need more challenging goals - so I leave you with that opinion and this offering, best of luck to you).
I've almost written this post word-for-word myself several times, except this line:
No doubt someone who reads this will gain no small amount of delight in knowing I am bowing out, so to you, you’re welcome.
I don't think anybody is itching to see me leave--not care if I stay or go, maybe, but not actively chasing me away. John, nobody was itching to see you go, either, and you should not go away thinking that there was. We all enjoy your writing, even if we don't always agree with it. Thanks for sticking around as long as you did.
You're wrong, K. Never a goal, just a perceived side effect of my writing.
I think I simply need to move on and leave it at that.
I'm already enjoying the first couple of sentences on your other blog...
"Well okay, I'm back. I made my blog private for a while, and then promptly wrote not a single word in the fucking thing. Such is my life."
Ever read that book Choke? The main character kind of reminds me of you on this blog.
Yikes, Stacey, the character from Choke? thats harsh. Do you picture John going to sex anonymous groups to get laid, or is it the purposely choking in restaurants to hook strangers into a lifetime of servitude that reminds you of him? or maybe its the boulder collecting to keep from masturbating (oh wait that wasnt the main character, that was his friend.).... great book, but i dont see where you're seeing john in there. I can maybe see a little simliarity between Palahniuk's writing and John's, but not the character...
all of that stuff is just stuff to me. it was my interpretation of the ending wherein I think he's kind of like an everyman worrying about various issues, and then he just lets it all hang out and is human, just a bit more of a dirty one.
sorry, didn't mean to say he reminds me of that other stuff the guy does. none of that.
I was also going to say he kind of reminds me of Estelle Getty's character in the Golden Girls.
Still harsh?
Maybe, if I had the slightest clue what the hell you were talking about.
well, not many like to be compared to a golden girl, especially fashion-wise.
maybe just that she's funny and irreverant, and the others seemed to have a hard time understanding her point of view which was expressed very vociferously, usually before people put a hand over her mouth (pre-blog days), and we leave it at that.
If I could, a moment to summarize my days in the NAP as per Stacey's vision: I came off like a bizarre and randy old lady (now dead), and also like a sex obsessed mama's boy with a pathetic need to take advantage of others.
Glad I could be of service.
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