So, here I sit, keyboard in hand, without a damned thing to say. Oh, I've run across some interesting things over the past few days but none of them cried out to be shared with the world or, if they did, they were shared on Facebook which seems to be my communication of preference lately. It didn't begin that way. It began with the entirely practical way of communicating with fellow musicians whilst constructing a St. Patrick's Day performance across three states.
We could create a "group" and message each other everything from lyrics, chords and set lists to audio file links. What a tremendously useful tool. But now that the gig is over it has become a way to keep in touch with friends and happenings and what they had for breakfast, political opinions, lost dogs, right here, right now, family photos and God knows what other useless information.
So the blog languishes. It isn't "immediate" enough. It doesn't communicate with personal friends but with friends flung far and wide, most of whom I will never meet. But still, it beckons, the last stale post staring out at me. Shaming me. So here I am blathering about nothing.
But, before you start off on your own rant about Facebook let me hasten to say that, were it not for Facebook, I wouldn't have known about or attended one of the most magical events of my recent life, a house concert in Palm Valley, Florida with Mamajowali. Soft Florida summer night, palm trees, Live oaks, Spanish moss, full moon, wonderful people and vibes and music that put a smile on my face for weeks.
Yeah, I think life is good.
|That's me in the blue shirt jamming with friends and the great Joe Craven (in the hat).|