Let's talk honestly for a minute or two. I'm nobody special, just some guy who has an unhealthy obsession with country music. The reason I began writing about the music I love was entirely to draw attention to the music itself, not to me. My entire mission was, still is and will always be to spread the word about great music, past and present, to as many folks as possible.
Maybe I succeeded in that to some degree. Probably not. I've been gone for six months or more and it looks like the era of fake pretty boy outlaws is still going strong. Who cares? As a wise man once said, "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference."
If I've turned one person on to one artist, I'm happy. Hell, if I've convinced one person that Nashville is not the Evil Empire, despite the best efforts of radio, CMT and others to convince you otherwise it was worth it. Nashville has always been both good and bad. One thing for sure is that it ain't changing any time soon.
But the fact was that I needed a break. I hadn't had an idea in a while, what I did end up writing was repetitive and not up to my personal standards, and I had developed a bitter streak a mile long due to a seemingly endless fight with a fellow country music writer who will not be named here.
In short, I was becoming what I hated: somebody who let himself overshadow the music. Anybody remember the blow-up with Colt Ford? It was fun at the time, but looking back it was a bit of a turning point. I still think he fucking sucks, but, to date, nobody has put a gun to my head and forced me to listen to him nor did he drag his fat ass to my house and steal my Ernest Tubb records.
So if you want to read about Colt Ford, I'm sure there are plenty of sites out there where you can do that. I'd rather write about Merle Haggard or Powder Mill.
When I returned to Twitter, one of the first things I read was that Zack Brown was talking shit about Luke Bryan. Just another episode in the country music soap opera, I guess. I stopped watching back when Natalie was feuding with Toby, so I couldn't give you any more than a very vague idea of who the hell Zack Brown and Luke Bryan even are. Sorry. Listening to country radio is way above my pay grade and I'm not into masochism.
But as I was saying before I started rambling, I needed a break and I took one. It was only supposed to be a month, but a thousand minor catastrophes happened in my personal life and I dealt with them. Eventually I got used to the idea of not knowing how much some of these assholes were destroying the music I loved or needing to have an opinion on every single goddamn thing that happened in the music business.
Then I started missing it, but wondered if you guys would still accept me after so long. Eventually I just said "fuck it" and logged onto Facebook and Twitter again. It's been great to catch back up with some of you.
Long story short: I'm back. Maybe I'm better than ever. Maybe I'm no longer worthy of the other great writers on here. I definitely have a different approach and better focus than I had in round one. I'm still bitter, still angry, and still brutally honest, but I ain't dead and I'm gonna keep doing what I do until the good Lord takes me or the NSA shuts my ass down.
I hope y'all will be along for the ride.