Bubblehead trilogy:  the postscript.

Something like this must go through the mind of a bubblehead before he decides to blog.

I've been listening to music for over forty years.  I listen to it, critically, every day. 

I got my first LP, a Cannonball Adderley, for Christmas 1967.  Since then I've picked up hundreds of LPs, 45s, 78s, cassettes and CDs. 

I can hear a solo I haven't heard in years and remember it note-for-note.  I can listen to a solo I've never heard before and tell you who's playing it, who they play like and, within a few years, when it was recorded.  I can hear connections between different kinds of music that most people can't. 

But wait, there's more! 

I've read countless books on music and musicians, then read more on the 'net.  I've forgotten more about jazz, rock'n'roll and country before 1960 than most people know. 

But wait, there's more! 

I know how to make music.  I took piano lessons for years.  I played in high school and college, in marching and stage bands. 

I'm into it!  I have strong opinions.  I have penetrating insights.  I know which music is worth listening to.  Which music isn't.  I know who the trend-setters are.  I know who the rip-offs are.  I can riff for hours.

Real estate and music!  Business and the arts!  I've mastered two completely unrelated fields! 

                                                                                            And it's simple! 

                    Any megalomaniac can do it! 

But when I talk to the pros, I get these vibes like...I don't know...like maybe they think I don't know too much. 

No, really.  I get these vibes like maybe they think I'm a know-it-all with a few interesting party tricks. 

Now why would they think that? 

Hmm? 

                                         Hmm??? 

Probably just because they're too close to the music to hear it. 

Probably just because they're threatened by my novel insights. 

    Probably because I've never played jazz, rock or country   

        or made a living playing

            or played in a club

                or been on the road

                    or been in a studio

                        or jammed with friends

                            or learned to play that dusty Dot Studio hanging in my spare bedroom 

                        just because I haven't crossed from spectator to participant 

                            just because I haven't walked the walk 

                            just because I haven't made the journey  

                                JUST BECAUSE

                                                           ~ I ~

                      HAVEN'T                       

                                        BEEN

                                                      THERE

                                                                                               !!!

                                                                                                                                   pant!

                                                                                                                       pant!

                                                                                                           pant!           

                                            ...sob...

(brightly) So I'm starting a music blog.

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