rock and roll musings by Tim Byrnes

        Hey everybody (or anybody). It seems that life and it's duties, that is my job, has kept me from my little desk at out little library for far too long. So, now w/a few hours free I'm sitting here trying to think of something relevant to write about rock and roll, or punk rock or even maybe life itself if I may be so bold. I find myself almost ending the skid I hit about a year and a half ago, still coasting a little from the momentum of circumstance but no longer in complete spinout. This of course can change in a heartbeat but right now I feel like I've got sea legs happening and it's alright.

     So I can't really write another doom and gloom, this ought to depress Richards Lewis and Hell missive about the futility of human existence and the fallacy of god. Mind you, those thoughts still, will always, lurk off the top of my head (where the brain damage is most severe). I don't suppose I'll ever stop dwelling on the thought that we're doomed 'cause we really kind are, but what difference can my bitching about it do? None, of course, and while  those types of epistles have their entertainment value to me as they tend to upset believers of myriad religious sects when I attack the bulwarks of their perceived reality (never mind the bulwarks, heres the sects epistles*), they've ceased to be fun 'cause in the end, I'm the one left empty.

     Neither do I want to invent another Lester search or a dream sequence w/my cats 'cause frankly I'm too tired. Been doubleshifting at work 'cause a person quit. There was a lot of drama and for once I wasn't in the middle of it. I've somehow becomt the depaendable (see I can't even spell it) one. Coughing up yet another irony laced, dark comedy w/the punk rocker's cynicism would be lame, if not completely false.

     So, what to write about? I've become so out of the loop as far as new music goes I won't pretend to have any kind of informed view. And does anybody really need to read another love song to Patti Smith? (On a side note though: Hooray for Courtney Love staying sober. God, I love that woman) And I think we're all clear where I stand on the Afghan Whigs (Buy 'Gentlemen' and 'Black Love'. Tonight, really.) and though I wish there were a reat new band to hype, for me there sadly isn't. But that's cool. Maybe I can find my heart, my brain, my courage elsewhere and just learn to like or not like the record and just get on with it. So, I'll probably be even more absent here in the coming weeks as the new employee and scheduling shake(s) it(them)self(ves) out. 

     This is of course bad news for nobody, with the possible exception of Paul Westerberg who's solo CDs get very little press but is always guaranteed a rave review here.

     In the meantime, Buster, Bleeker, MacDougal and Sammy (who refuses to accept his new name of Marilyn Manson) and I say hello. I particularly want to thank everyone who's stayed w/the page this far. Don't have much to say (obviously) but wanted you all to know that.

     See y'all soon,

tb

Posted by: timbyrnes at 18:28 | link | comments (4)

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#1  18 August 2006 - 03:59

 

hey tim. nice to see you.

who is sammy? did i miss something?

limine

#2  22 August 2006 - 18:56

 

Hey Tim,

I'm interested in what you think of Dylan, and what you think his best stuff is?

Jim

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#3  22 August 2006 - 20:01

 

No sooner do I ask you what I think of Dylan, and I see Dylan saying waht he thinks of today's music, and it ain't pretty:

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/14467222/

Jim

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#4  24 August 2006 - 16:45

 

Limine! How ya been? Sammy is my Aunt's dog. My Aunt's in a nursing home (she's fine, really, just old) so Sammy's joined our little family. Hope all is well.
tim

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