Just another New Year's Eve...

It's never a good sign when I'm quoting Barry Manilow!

Again, my profoundist apologies for not posting more often here recently—it's certainly not that I don't want to, but I've been a bit pre-occupied with a music project I've been working on hot and heavy (inventory-ing my collection), not to mention having a slight case of writer's block, which is usually short-lived with me.  Hopefully I'll be able to work in some more posts as the new year/decade begins.  I do have a couple projects in the works, including my previously-promised Who album countdown, as well as a band tribute to Jefferson Airplane/Starship, whom I'm about to finish reading a very interesting biography on.  Bear with me, folks—there'll be plenty to chew on in this space again very soon.

Since I didn't get a better offer, I'm spending NYE alone at the ol' homestead this year with my favorite alcoholic beverages.  It's getting too expensive to go out drinking as it is these day, and when you plop some outrageous NYE cover charge on top of that, it just ain't worth it, not to mention having to dodge the drunks and sobriety checkpoints on the way home.  Maybe next year I'll actually have a date for once on NYE, but until then, this'll have to do...

Back when I was a kid, I couldn't wait for 6:00 on New Year's Eve, because that's when WHB radio would do their annual "Top 71 of..." whatever year it was countdown of the year's biggest hits.  I also ordinarily enjoy all the year-end/decade-end reviews and reminiscenses in the papers and on TV and what-not these days too, but for some reason, I'm finding them rather difficult to digest this year.  I don't know if it's just my current state of mind or burnout or what, but I'm just not grooving on it like I usually do.  I originally planned on posting my annual "Asshole Of The Year" anthology tonight, but I only got about halfway through writing it when I realized it sounded too much like last year's version, only with different offenders.  I may or may not finish it and post it later—we'll see.  It also dawned on me that I need to tone down the negativity on here a skosh but still be a good hypocrisy pointer-outer.  Trust me, I don't plan to turn into Mr. Rogers, but I hope to cut down on the vitriol a bit and make this blog a bit more readable.  Anyway, as for the year-end stuff, I'm just anxious to get this wretched year and decade over with and start fresh.

In that spirit, I quote the Edgar Winter Group: "We (I) gotta do better, it's time we (I) begin...you know all the answers must come from within..."  So, come on and take a free ride with me into 2010—nowhere to go but up at this point.  Happy New Year, y'all...