For some time now, I've had this little ritual. On Friday mornings I attach special significance to the first CD that I play. Don't know why. It seems like a mini-commentary (in my head) on how things are going for me. Maybe it's that I'm psyched to be at the end of a good week..the end of a bad one..or the start of a (hopefully) good weekend. This has never been completely clear to me. So a while back I started posting these selections on my website as "The Friday Morning Listen".
I wrote those words on March 21, 2003. It was only my 28th post to Blogcritics. Five years later, and I'm still here. Five years of Fridays, yakkin' about that first record of the weekend. Honestly, I didn't think it would go on for so long. But there have been some changes that I just could not have foreseen. Most of those changes have come from inside of me.
See, it's like this. I never really started this blogging thing with any intention of becoming a writer. Truth be told, I was never very good at it. College, high school, grade school...any assignment that involved putting together more than a paragraph and I'd get that face like the kids in the movie A Christmas Story. Their teacher wants them to write "a theme" and..."ewwwweeeee!" That was me.
That was me. I try not to make that face anymore.
I guess it was those twenty-something years post-college, ingesting book after magazine article after Internet post — somehow, that activity made the right brain parts click into place. Even though I had some things to say about music, it wasn't like I came out of the gate an instant Lester Bangs. No, it all felt a little weird and it was hard to shake off the timidity.