A Blogger's Life for...me?

Ten years ago I posted to my Live Journal account for the last time. I did not delete my account, and have made comments on other people's posts but there has been no original content posted by me since then.

It was a site where there were no character limits, where people posted the minutia of their days along with some rather spectacular writing - fiction or not. There was also a lot of drama, but there's no need to rehash that now.

For the most part, linking to tweets non-withstanding, it was a place that avoided the pithiness of today's social media sites. There was a sense of permanence to Live Journal posts that does not really adhere to Facebook or Twitter, and certainly not Snapchat. Even with the drama, it did not feel as cruel as a Twitter mob.

After the Russians bought the site, the demise really happened. Some people deleted their accounts, others (like me) simply abandoned them on the bleak landscape of the internet. Many people simply left with no explanation so you do not know what happened to them. Others (like me) left a forwarding address.

This platform, while useful, does not have the interaction that LJ had, and lacks the immediacy of Facebook or Twitter. It does, however, have the permanence. I can go back and look at posts from 5-10 years ago rather easily and see the demise of my writing and reading. It's not a shock, but a sad reality as I got into the time suck of those other two sites.

Thus I remain here, stubbornly, as well. Trying to find some sense in all of it amid the quick postings of dead musicians, with few pictures and for the most part - even less substance.

Rest in Peace, Scott Walker

He was born in Hamilton, Ohio 76 years ago. Moved to California, made some records, became a huge multi-media star in the UK. Then he chucked it all away for the avant-garde and we're all better for it

Shred in peace

My guitar teacher gave me a tab of some of this man's work. Some of it is technique, but so much is tone and feel. My wife did recognize what I was trying to do though.

Dick Dale was a true Influencer in guitar playing and manufacturing. The man was still going at the end, colostomy bag and all. He said he had to pay medical bills, but I think he also loved playing.

Rest in peace, Sara Romweber

Mitch Easter is the only one left from this record.