I have no idea what I'm to write about. That's right. I have nothing. No hot celeb content. No government buzz. No witty anecdotes or consultory advice. I have nothing. I am a tapped man.
Originally I was going to post about the abysmal state of the Detroit electronic scene, but then I thought I'd sound a bit too much like Andy Rooney.
Then I thought about writing about new music that's been tugging at the old heartstrings, and recinded on that idea as well. I kind of dug Philip Sherburne's article on new wave, but then realized that my readership is divided into two camps: those who most likely already have all of those compilations (either reissued or in original form) and those who could give a damn what they're about.
Speaking of music writers who blog, no one's been really making waves in that department. It's time for someone to step up and point me in the direction of consistently good music writing on the net. And if you send me a Pitchfork or Ultragrrl link I'll spam you horrifically for the rest of your days at your present email address. Consider that a warning behind a big toothy grin.
I swear to GOD if someone else mentions Franz Ferdinand to me and how great they are? I'm going to start listening to Phish again. I'm going to start listening to Phish and shoving it down everyone's throats as gospel.
My lovely girlfriend is now perched bedside and laughing while I'm writing this totally impromptu. I offered to have her finish up the article, and she gracefully declined. Chock full of southern charm, is she.
Blah.
Okay.
Maybe something will hit me later.
Posted by rob at June 30, 2004 12:06 AM