Heartfelt Apology

Let me start this post by saying that I feel bad for what I said about the guys who are struggling to put bands together. I shouldn't have called them pillsbury doughboys and said that they were incapable of producing outstanding work. Let me apologize to them from my heart for that. I really do feel bad about it. I don't want to discourage them. It's just that when I recall reading that Musicians Wanted page in the Georgia Straight in 2008 and seeing how into my music they were, I go absolutely nuts from the thought how much disrespect I have received from them in all the years since. If I made them feel good with my music, even if it was in the hands of fraud bands, I think I deserve at least a modicum of respect from them. Anyway, that's up to them, I guess. I don't really think they are pillsbury doughboys. I'm sure a lot of them are fine musicians. I was just lashing out at them in my agony. I hope they can be big enough to understand where that remark came from and forgive me for it. And those new CBC shows look very interesting. Workin' Moms is just the kind of show I'd like. I think it's pretty cool of them to honour our hard working mothers in the population with a show like this. I wish them success with their new programming schedule. I've looked up our new prime minister on Google to see what he looks like. He looks younger than I thought, but he looks like a fair man. Maybe I'll do a portrait of him with my ballpoint pen. I've been waking up with this recurring vision in my head over the last few months. It's from a seat in a movie theatre during the screening of a documentary feature that starts with footage of me playing shirtless in front of a massive, Woodstock like crowd. I'm playing and singing a song that is not currently in my repertoire, kind of a party song with lyrics that are half jibberish but extremely catchy. I'm going to have to try to write that song now. It sounded really cool. We're moving into the last week of my library phase and I'm a little sad. I've done a lot of living on these pages in front of the world over the last eight years. During a mass, there's a point where the priest closes his eyes and stretches out his arms, as though to join hands with all humanity. That's how I feel when I'm online, like I'm reaching out and touching friends all across the globe. And now it's almost time to close this tragic chapter in my life. I will miss you, my dear invisible friends.
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