I interrupt this blog series on beautiful women wearing nice dresses to bring you perhaps the most meta blog I will post. And maybe the most narcissistic. Truthfully, I am having terrible technical difficulties that inhibit me from doing what I want (which is the next installation of the Overdressed series). That is perhaps something I choose by a life of touring with finicky and sparse internet connections.
But, since I started this blog 11 weeks ago, I have been determined to post each week, regardless of how prepared or adequate or generally stable I feel. Like a practice in self discipline. Or a practice in finding something to pour all of my dread into each week.
I have since encouraged my pal, Scott Tyler, to buy into the dread of blogging, and he snarkily replied by writing a blog of pictures he’s taken of me taking pictures. And as much as he wanted to believe it was just a way to laugh off his own urge to write, the truth comes out that he is a very good writer and has particular insight into the curves and bogs of the creative process. Not only does he engage in it on a regular basis, but he also witnesses and takes a vested emotional interest in the creative lives of others. He, as the only other member of our band, has also become the primary subject matter of spare film over the last couple years. A very gracious sort of soul that also happens to be extremely photogenic.
He has begrudgingly sat on this blog for a couple of months. And I used the same pushes he pushed me with all these years, and he has finally posted the first installment of what I think will be a long and engaging series of his strangely God-view-esque perspective on the creative life.