More Empty Promises

Updates coming soon! I promise. Its sort of a "yes, but not now" type of thing.

The harsh rigors and realities of Academia leave me disheartened and drained, so writing has been a challenge. LVC... W.T.F.?

I'm on Twitter now, bt-dubs. RevGonzo19. Check it out. There was a time when I would have considered this selling out, but I'm realizing I was born on the cusp of a generational gap that I have to bridge if I want success.

Too young to be a proper journalist, too old to have been raised on this Web 2.0 carp. I remember a time when there was no Internet in my home. We had to beat each other with sticks for fun.

Anyway, here's an excerpt from a blog I did for PennLive.com that didn't get published. (The Friday Post was published.)

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To make matters more interesting, there was a nice drunk lady named Barb sitting next to me during the set and we struck up some conversation.
“This is the happiest Ring of Fire I’ve ever heard,” said Barb. “Do you come here often?”
“Zounds,” I thought to myself. “It’s only eight o’clock and she’s already a sheet or two to the wind.”
“Oh sh*t!,” she exclaimed, nearly falling out her seat. “Could you just forget I said that?”
This was getting weird. But she seemed to be having a good time, and I didn’t want to ruin it for her. It was a good thing I’d only had one drink, otherwise the urge to burst out laughing would have won out over my better judgement.
“Oh no,” I said, smiling back at her. “I’m flattered, really. So what do you think of his cover of Bob Dylan...”
She mumbled something unintelligible and made for the bathroom. I signaled the bartender, held up three fingers, and said “whiskey, rocks.” Thank god for Kentucky’s finest.

It was my original intention to interview Stu Huggens after his set, but things were about to kick off at the Chameleon, and the scene was getting too weird for my young blood. I had stepped outside for a cigarette and when I returned my seat next to Barb was taken. It looked like some yuppie scum looking for a quick lay, and who was I to stop him? Huggens was also playing his rendition of Snow Patrol’s Chasing Cars. It was all a blaring message that it was time to go...
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And that's all folks.

- Rev.