RyThoJo's Blah'g
Why you no write?

If anyone should happen to come across my blog and wonder why I don’t have anything up, it’s simple. I’m an utter Luddite. I haven’t sent one tweet, nor am I convinced that I can express any thought worthy of global publication within 140 characters or less. I expect that when I do make use of it, it will only be used for shameless self-promotion or the occasional socio-political cause that gets my dander up.

But that’s a micro-blog. This is a blog blog and I get to use many more words! So why nothing so far?

I hated the idea of blogs when they first arose because they started initially as a person’s diary. Except whereas the average diary is something you keep when you’re 13 and you want to hide it from the world, this diary was available to anyone with an internet connection. Stupid idea, in my book. They have deformed the practice of journalism and skewered objective reportage, making the Glenn Becks of the world a much more palatable option for those wanting to learn about world events. Really screwed the pooch on that one, blogs!

But I will admit this, blogs have revived the modern essay and have opened an audience up to reading essays in a manner that had been missing for some time. Me? I like essays. I’m glad to see that they’re hip, in a manner. And I think I’ll finally dip my toe in the self-indulgent water and have a go at it.

Mind you, this blog won’t be daily. I have a really good thought about once or twice a month. The rest of the time I’m trying to earn money, get food, and seek affection like everyone else. But when one of those thoughts do pop up, and I have the wherewithal to compose it in an interesting manner, I’ll let ‘er rip.

For this first exercise, I like a year end wrap up. It’s been 2011 for exactly two hours and twenty-three minutes right now. So for my own personal satisfaction (not yours), I’m going to mark out some of the things I’ve done this year.

- I acted as music director for Forbidden Zone: Live in the 6th Dimension at Sacred Fools Theater. This job had me writing horn charts for the first time, rehearsing two alternating 7-piece bands, teaching and rehearsing vocal harmonies with 13 actors, teaching some to sing for the first time, convincing great musicians to play for little money, learning and transcribing Danny Elfman’s first (sometimes baffling) movie score by ear, dealing with the sound issues of putting a mini rock orchestra into a small theater, and playing keyboards and conducting every night of the show. It may be the most challenging thing I’ve done to date. I lost 15 lbs. because of the stress. BUT it was an enormous success, I made countless new friends, I got to know some stunningly talented musicians, performers, and techs, and I stretched the hell out of what I thought I was capable of. Very fulfilling.

- I continued on with the theater company by writing a score for Watson. It was an all string quartet score. No synths. Real players. Again, I got to step into unknown territory and come out with a relative sheen.

- I scored some online shit for Burger King that they never used. Good practice, though.

- I played banjo, accordion, and stylophone on a Sean Lennon track thanks to the approval of the fine folks at HitRecord.org. So, if nothing else, I and the son of a Beatle are jamming on a recorded something.

- I played at a memorial for a really stand-up guy who I didn’t know long, but found no less inspiring.

- I became an uncle on the same night I saw Pee Wee Herman.

- I saw many, many pictures of this niece shown to me repeatedly by my obsessed fiancee and admit that I enjoyed many of them. I also took that same kid to the zoo, pushed her around in a plastic car, tossed her around to make her laugh, and learned that she cries if I’m unshaven (she’s stylish).

- I spent the whole year being engaged.

- I got three of my songs played on the Dr. Demento Show!

I also went to the gym more than usual and made some money in voice over, but who cares? Things were good and they’re getting better. More, hopefully insightful thoughts, in the future.