an introduction
i've wanted to do this for a while, but for one reason or another it hasnt worked out. at least not yet. i've wanted to keep a little online journal of my travels and such: road stories, veggie oil truck details, superb meals in random canadian towns, little notes about creative things i am working one, etc... but alas i am a fantastic procrastinator and i avoided the possible means at my disposal. so finally, with this new site i have the opportunity to add my voice to the stories collecting in this expanding web.
i want to add something to this journal on a regular basis, maybe just every month, maybe every week. i'm not much for schedules.
here i go - wish me luck!
i suppose i'm not entirely confident about this blogging thing. you've probably heard, as have i, that this is all the rage in this internet age. i'm not of the techno-age myself: i'm part self described luddite, and only part computer savvy, partly in love with my computer, partly in constant battle (where does the time go?). i use this tool for what it can do and try intentionally not to let it use me. i still remember life before the computer, before the internet, before everything we do and have done could be explored, recorded, filed or formatted on one of these black boxes.
the first part of my childhood was completely lacking in computers. but i remember the day when my dad first brought one home: black screen, green font, hum of the fan, strange coded language. i must have been around 7 or so. that little cursor flashed away at me from a radiant screen: feed me, lead me, need me... i wasn't wholly impressed. it seemed a strange toy, whose purpose i could not understand at the time - so what if it makes fast calculations? sometime between then and now these things became all pervasive. in every part of our lives: play and certainly work, commerce of course, follows.
so now here i am: a musician communicating without the sound of my voice, without a musical instrument (you can't even hear my typing), without knowing who i am communicating with. i love the sound that instruments and voice make in a room, the way they mingle with the people there sparring back and forth, ear drums humming, eyes flashing, souls ready to feel something new. that's one reason i make music. i hope this will do. i hope that this journal conveys something to the imagination beyond merely typed words.
i'll try to post some pictures too... because we know how many words those too can speak.
if you read this musings please leave me a comment: what you thought, whether this journal made you reflect on one thing or another, or would you rather i just post recipes for home made granola and my favorite smoothies? let me know what you'd like me to write about or if there is a particular thought that this site or one of my songs or shows might have sparked... maybe i could answer, perhaps we'd have a dialogue. something might grow. maybe a little more music.
y.