Look up. No, not where you are. Where I am. Right here, on this blog. That’s it, to the top. See it? Ah, yes, there we go.
G P S
Somewhere between the shower and my daily check-these-sites-before-I-can-accomplish-didley-squat routine, it dawned on me that I don’t actually write much about music here at my home on the Internet. I also decided that michaelbshane.com is most definitely a cranny (as opposed to a nook) in terms of its disposition here in this series of tubes. But, I digress…
My point is that I have changed the tagline of the blog (I just heard all three of my readers gasp) to more accurately reflect what I do here. When I first started this thing, I thought I’d write about music and my life in it, at least a little bit. But, I’ve realized that at 23 I’m not ready to share the details of music-making as it happens in my life for two reasons. First: it’s an intensely private thing for me, plain and simple. Second: I would not presume for a second that my thoughts on clarinet playing, Beethoven’s 6th Symphony, or Messiaen’s Quartet for the End of Time are worthy of public presentation (yes I know this blog is obscure and reader-less nonetheless, thank you.). I’ve been fortunate to do a lot of great stuff with music. Some people might even say that at 23 I’m successful (so far). But, I do not think that my life as a clarinetist is the best vehicle to communicate with you. And that’s what I’m really after. I’m an indigenous person of the Internet, and I’m just here to stake my humble claim.
My point is that I’m a child of the Nintendo Generation, and a dude of the Web 2.0 era (I do abide, in case you were wondering). I feel much more qualified to write sweet (and sour) nothings about geeky stuff than I do about music, which is a little ironic. So here’s us, on the raggedy edge. Now, can we move forward?
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