One year ago today I posted the first “Why It Matters” pieces. It was the opening volley in an effort to overcome a creative block rooted in anxiety, depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, and a fairly crippling lack of self-esteem. Here’s where we are one short year later:
- 97 posts
- 53 musical memoir pieces totalling 80,000 words of creative non-fiction
- Dozens of artists name checked
- Hundreds of songs discussed
- Six Uniball pens exhausted
- One creative block cleared
- One ego partially restored
But the statistic that most delights me is the number of new friends I’ve met. I greatly appreciate you taking time out of your own lives to read my little stories. Some of you even take the time to share your thoughts, click the “like” button, rate a piece, or otherwise leave your footprints. It means a lot to know that you are out there, and I promise not to abuse your good will. I’ll do my best over the next year to keep you entertained with both new and old tasty nuggets, and more true tales of liquor, lust, and primer gray Camaros set to music.
Enough. How about we wrap up this group hug with the greatest. Birthday song. Ever.