Bleh, I've been here a long time. (since 2007)
I've lit a lot of fires and been accused of burning a bunch of bridges as well, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. I have no regrets. You reap what you sow.
And this is the first time I have been censured.

(shrugs) Although early on I let the admin know that he/she could edit me at any time and I wouldn't care. (and I still don't)
Considering I have to go to the library to actually get online now, it wouldn't upset me to give this up.
I mean, what am I really doing here anyway?>
I don't like the political diatribe. I don't really fit in in this sea of would be musicians and I am getting ever angrier and more caustic over time.
I like the core of who this site is, but as always a few rotten apples spoil the barrel.
And the reality of this site is that it will never help you to achieve your goals, you just have go out in that big bad world and play your sweet ass off.
Maybe I just need to go out, write less on this site and play more.
I mean, just about everything I know has been written on these pages and will exist long after I am gone. (even though my music won't) lol
I get ragged on because I write too much about people, places and things.
I say repeatedly that this is therapeutic to me, as in it relieves stress.
(If you don't like what I say, don't read it.)
I am not very politically correct, nor do I wish to be. I don't believe in PR, just attempting to be genuine and if the world doesn't like it they can "join the discard pile".
I've tried to help where I could and slammed a few in the process.
I make no apologies or excuses. I call them as I see them, no more and no less.
If you want me to leave, keep it up. I don't really get anything out of being here anymore, just some basic camaraderie. If you don't understand that part, I don't think I can elaborate so that you will comprehend it.
I thank you people that have been friendly to me over the years, that's a long list indeed.
And those that think the convex can kiss my ass. I'll continue to do as I see fit and if that means leaving this site, so be it.
(I think we are all better off playing more and writing less, as honing your craft is what ultimately we all must do to reach the pinnacle at the end of that hard, cold road that most of us are at least attempting to travel.)
In short, the world does not kiss your ass but it certainly likes to kick it but I'll be damned if I'll sit here and have some plebe give me sh*t anonymously over something I wrote/said but not have the stones to come forward and be counted. ( What's the matter, you afraid of what I might say to you? It's the internet, jr. relax, twerp.)
The world does not reward cowards, fortune favors the bold.
Be bitter, be pissy, be caustic, but most of all be bold and be yourself.
If not be gone, do what you will but don't bore me to death...I get that enough reading the political excrement that some of you love to rehash over and over again.
I've got an idea for you, WRITE SOME MUSIC. I mean, isn't that really why you are here to begin with?>
WHY ARE YOU HERE? WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING TO DO?
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS? WHAT ARE YOUR DREAMS?
If you want a snowballs' chance in hell, you best be able to answer these questions at least silently to yourself.
But what do I know? Not much evidently..but I've been around and some could do well to learn through the hard lessons I've already suffered through. But if you like pain and mental anguish, you could always ignore what is written and attend "the music school of hard knocks".
I'm a charter member!
I just hope that the next stage isn't made of flames and filled with out of tune guitars. (inside joke for regulars) But I wouldn't complain, I'll just keep doing the best I can with the little I am allotted.
The point is to be what you are, do the best you can and forget the rest.
It doesn't matter. It's all "mind over matter". As in "I don't mind and you don't matter" and if you expect to be a performer, you best adopt that attitude promptly or be destined to crash and burn.
If any of my cohorts are offended by this specimen, I am sorry.
If any of my numerous critics are offended by this, you can go directly to hell. (see above paragraph)
It's all "mind over matter" and always will be to me.
Anyone wanna call my mommy and tell her that I am a bad boy>?
The bitch already knows as much. Save your dime and stick it where the sun doesn't shine.