Let's face it, I don't blog here much, and when I do, I don't write the kinds of things I used to write.
The basic reason is that in 5 years I had run out the dilettante leash as far as it would go. I needed to either metamorphize into a full-fledged thoughtful, informed commentator, or get out of the game. Anyone who has followed me here over the last few years knows I chose the latter, even taking the extra step of archiving a lot of my earlier posts for being simply too deficient in circumspection, erudition, and reasoning to be of much value to anyone.
I don't think I'm done with blogging or essaying for good, but lately other projects have won the campaign for my time. Most notably, this strange musical project I've hitched my wagon to: Theater Oobleck's Baudelaire In A Box, for which I've written and performed something around 30 songs by now, from my own translation of poems from Charles Baudelaire's The Flowers of Evil.
I had thought there wouldn't be much crossover between the audience for that project and my audience here, but I was shown the wrongness of that yesterday when I came upon this wonderful review of the Baudelaire project at Ordinary Times. It was written by "Chris" --no last name -- who I'm going to presume is the erstwhile writer at Mixing Memory. Chris, if I knew how to get in touch, I'd thank you more directly.
The rest of you, if you want to keep up with what I'm up to, I'm pretty good about keeping my Twitter feed active. I'll still post here when I can.
Photos from our Brooklyn Show
2 years ago