Caterwauling

I realize that this blog is dead and should have gone away a long time ago. But now, it’s almost become something sentimental. Sure, I have one reader (*waves at Vitamin D*), but even I don’t read it anymore for errors!

Anywho, I got to thinking yesterday as I was having breakfast with a wonderful contact from Nu Yawk, what the hell am I doing? Moreover, what am I NOT?

I feel like I work in an industry where anybody can be a famous expert. And I AM an expert … just not a famous one.

It used to be that age and experience were what qualified you to become a household name. But now, people who were born in the ’80s are considered to be more-wise than ME. And hey, more power to them.

But when it boils right down to it, my knowledge and experience is no less valuable. Plus, I have the benefit of having learned from many masters.

The bulk of people seem to have popped right out of the womb college and, boom, here’s your shot — don’t blow it. *sigh* And it’s a toss-up whether they want to learn from someone more-seasoned or whether they already know everything at 22.

I mean, shit, *I* knew everything at 22. And look how well THAT turned out. Pfft.

So, with the benefit of dozens of years and thousands of miles behind me, what the hell is stopping me from greatness in my own right?

Hmm. Not bloody much, eh?

“She went away, she cut me like a knife
Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life
In just a glance, down here on magic street
Loves a fool’s dance
And I ain’t got much sense, but I still got my feet.”

Bruce Springsteen, “Girls in Their Summer Clothes”

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