So, I figured after blogging became done to death, it was my time.

As the great Phil Venable has said (that would be me), “Shit don’t mean a thing unless you do it for no money.” And as he also said, “I’m 45 and ain’t got nuthin’ to lose.”

Truthfully, this blog, wordpress, whatever bullshit is an experiment for me. I have a degree in Anglish. I’ve written plays, poetry, nonfiction and make a living as a technical writer in the straight world. I was a freelance music columnist for the Chapel Hill News a million years ago. I was fortunate enough back in 2000 to get advance copies of major releases that I would sell at Nice Price Books for cigarette money. I dimly remember getting Radiohead’s OK Computer and a Linkin Park advance cd. My critical judgement was that I preferred the Linkin Park because they weren’t trying to shine anyone on with a load of pretentious bullshit. Some may disagree, but whatever.

Mostly what I’ve done with myself since I was 17 was play music in one shape or another. I always had a day job because playing music don’t pay shit unless you’re one of the Annointed. But it’s been a fun ride and I started a booking agency to help others.

I recently became a father to a beautiful baby boy.  Meaning that getting out of the house for music is a rare occurrence. No big thing. That’s how it goes for the first few years

But I’m a whore for words and music and my lust for it needs an outlet. For now, here it is.

The title of this blog is taken from a Harry Crews novel.  For those unfamiliar with him, here’s a link for you.  I’ll expand a little more on my love for his writing in another post, but I always admired his brutal direct prose.  It’s never sentimental, but it’s not some trashy shit either.

You can write a lot and never say shit.  Hopefully, I’m not that kind of asshole.

Hope you keep coming back.

Phil