Fat, Ugly and Stupid Is No Way To Blog
There is no good reason for me to be back at the computer writing now, no reason for me to burn the midnight oil except I am compelled to write. The difference between those who dream about their lives and those who live their dreams is one of action.
I am listening to the Stones sing Gimme Shelter and thinking about a million different things, wondering if I am pissed off that a song I love has become so commercialized but still finding myself dancing my seat so maybe it doesn’t matter.
Because the thing is I am working on being like Barry, writing the songs that make the whole world sing except my words are read and not sung.
The simple goal is to figure out how to craft compelling content that creates a community and a desire to communicate with others. It is the desire to recreate the feeling you get at a concert that makes you want to get up and dance. That moment where you lose yourself in the moment and the music.
In sex it is that time where you can’t figure out where you start and your partner ends. In a book it is that time where you wish you could step inside the book and talk to the characters or that wish to call the author and tell them you have to talk to them about their words.
That is what I hope to create, the feeling, the vibe, the moment, the mood and the community.
Go To Sleep Jack
Really this isn’t doesn’t have to be written or shared now. Ask the experts and they’ll tell you to always provide content that is sharable, wearable, smellable and all sorts of other ‘ables too.
They’ll tell you not to use the crazy headlines or to be as bad about responding to comments and engaging with others as I have been. They’ll tell you that you shouldn’t be negative and that the original headline about how I want to write a headline that offends everyone is dangerous because sometimes the edge isn’t funny.
And maybe it is isn’t. Maybe I shouldn’t write about sexual conquests or suggest that a restaurant called Fellatio Fred’s Farm House would be very successful.
But some of this comes out because I use this joint as a virtual sandbox and because I vent and let off steam here.
I don’t mind screwing around a bit because sometimes the really obnoxious and stupid sounding ideas turn out to be golden. You never know which post is going to blow up and go viral.
Some of the best stuff I have written is never read nor appreciated and some of the worst is lauded as amazing.
Who knows how it all works.
Got five more minutes to ramble, babble and share these last few thoughts. Love Bruce. Couldn’t decide whether just to feature I’m On Fire or to include Tunnel of Love. Thought about Streets of Philadelphia and shook my head.
Been thinking about my uncle, dad’s little brother and how much he has missed. Been thinking about how he died when he was only a few years older than I am now and how bizarre that feels to me now.
Wonder what life would have been like for him now. He was gay and I didn’t care, loved him just the same.
Miss him sometimes because he is a connection to a past and part of the family that has changed dramatically. He is gone and so is my grandfather and my other uncle. The men on that side have been whittled down to my dad, me and my son.
His being gay is really immaterial, what I wonder about sometimes where the similarities between my grandfather, dad him and of course, me.
What is genetic? What sort of habits are learned?
I was almost 25 when he died so somethings I know because I had begun to ask these questions and others are just lost forever.
One More Reminder
It is one more reminder to me to live now, to live today and to be present. It is fun to look at the past and think about the future but today is what I have got for certain. So I think about it all and figure out how to make it all fit together.
I think about the stories and creating and think of my uncle and wonder about it from a different perspective. He was a jeweler so he was a creator as I am and I wonder what sort of creative process he went through.
And then I look at the clock and remember that pushing harder is only part of success, working smarter is important too and if you are too tired to see clearly it is time to say goodnight.