Retooling

With gum on the shoe and a dream in my bindle, I'm going to start to put up some reviews of concerts and albums on this blog.   I want to try to branch out into the music scene, and soon possibly find a way for both theatre and music to coalesce the two.   All I've to go on are the things that keep me afloat and alive and alove: theatre, music, writing.

Really?
'Yes I'm actually going to do it.  I think there's a place for me in yet another saturated market full of unique voices and talent.  I've been writing consistently for years now and want to turn a few tricks as an author.  As I stated in posts sub,  writing is complimentary to my stage career:  a symbiosis.'

Yeah, ok no but, really?
'...'

Why should I care about what you have to say about music? You got a B.A. in Clout or something?
'Taking the subjective and making it objective (and sometimes quantitative (e.g. Pitchfork)) and boiling something down to a yea vote or a nay vote may grind one's gears, but to do this gives me peace of mind.  Yeah, Kant argued that critic and genius have an inverse relationship, so again: symbiosis.'

You're on some sort of "try-to-fill-a-gaping-void-so-you-can-have-inner-harmony" kinda thing, aren't you?
It doesn't matter.  Shut up.

Are your reviews going to be as (over)wrought as your other entries?
Well, I haven't really found a voice for anything yet.  This *wicka wicka* golB *wicka* is just sort of an outlet to write, to flex my syntactic tropes , to press text deftly with hopes the opposite sex will answer the beck and notes of my lexical sets.

Fucking what?  And why are you ripping this self-referential, self-effacing, ironic interface straight from Dave Eggers?  
I'll stop.

Look, point is, prepare for some cool music to which I've formulated opinions to appear on here in the near future.  I'm going to try to narrow the focus of this here golB.

Abide in the present.   Much love.