Another year, another number. Eight years ago today this blog was launched and now, 983 posts later, is another chance to consider the consequences of the passage of time.
I am on my third day job since starting this blog, with dimming prospects from making a living from my more creative pursuits. Still, the inescapable lure of the muse keeps drawing me along a path that has brought more enjoyment to my life than anything but love. And speaking of Anything But Love, that is the title of the final song on my next album, a collection of songs written over the last year, and tentatively titled That Kind of Fool. I am also 60 pages deep in a play I am writing called Renewal. I hope to have both of those projects finished before this blog turns nine.
Eight is a strange number. Cut it in half and you have two zeros (or two threes, depending on how you slice it). Lay it on its side and it becomes infinity. If you are Billie Eilish, you give the name to the eighth song on your album When We Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?
Wait a minute, let me finish I know you don't care But can you listen? I came committed, guess I overdid it Wore my heart out on a chain Around my neck, but now it's missing, hmm Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da So I think I better go I never really know how to please you You're lookin' at me like I'm see-through I guess I'm gonna go I just never know how you feel Do you even feel anything? Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da You said, "Don't treat me badly" But you said it so sadly So I did the best I could Not thinking you would have left me gladly I know you're not sorry Why should you be? 'Cause who am I to be in love When your love never is for me?
Words & Music by Mike Power 