Alternating Currents
Write Hear will be launching to a new destination — before the dawn of the Internet.
Illustration: @sydsgross/Instagram
Dear subscribers, past, present and future:
I’m not an immensely quotable individual. My words are reserved for writing in the most basic, informative and engaging manner possible. And as I mature, I want to get to the point as fast as possible. However, if I may emphasize the words of the most recently departed, one Jimmy Buffett:
“Growing old is not for sissies, I promise you.”
Words to use for future reference.
In the meantime, my current life has changed dramatically. And while the word “drama” screams… well, drama… thankfully the change has been for the better.
Having revealed little of this, rest assured, I will separate the chafe from the wheat and hand out a pallet of boxed cereal for your patience and understanding.
Where to go then while I’m re-directing my life? Why, of course! Go back to the good old days - the nineties!
Back in the darkest ages, in a galaxy far, far away, I covered what was conveniently labeled the alternative music scene. From 1990-1995 I interviewed, listened, gigged, drank (not so much I couldn’t take notes) and stayed up way past my bedtime to write up all I could for a New England publication called Metronome Magazine.
As I was raised in the Boston area, most of the new music from the UK was siphoned through this portal. And as the local scene was also pretty awesome, making lifelong friends in and around the Boston neighborhoods, some of whom to this day are still kicking a** and making great music.
"The other thing is the Boston gig has been canceled....I wouldn't worry about it, though...It's not a big college town". — Ian Faith
In that relatively short span, I had the good fortune to get a hold of some great interview subjects. Some of them were actually really nice. Some weren’t. Some drove me down the wrong way on a one-way street. Some were so obnoxious that I refused to waste the column space. Some were so obnoxious that I refused to waste the column space — and they are STILL on my sh*t list to this day. Stay tuned for more on that later.
Anyway, my hope with this space going forward will be to go back, dig into some huge 24-gallon rubber container and find those newsprints. With a little luck we can make this whole damn thing work out… thanks, Sir Paul.
In the meantime, I’ll be lollygagging around here on Substack, supporting you all who have supported me, tapping out some thoughts and making hay in a good way.
Bless you, wherever you are.
Now I am confused, still don't know what's up next...