Stand By For Pain

Where my head has been for the last six months I have no idea. Maybe I burnt out a little. Hell, maybe I burnt out a lot. I put on some weight, went back to my legendary smoking crutch and wandered about the place like a lost soul. Pathetic.

I blame getting my hair cut back at the end of November - for the record, it was just broken and I needed to start again. Six months on it seems have come out of the shock, woken up from its coma and with Spring in the air, it's doing what it's supposed to. To help it along, earlier this week I started training for a 5k run. 5k is not far, but the last time I ever ran 5k was ummm.. 1991 perhaps. My breasts don't quite swing in the wind from a lack of activity but when you're a man, it's best to arrest these things before they get out of control. If you're on Apple Music, you can share my running playlist here. If you're on Spotify, you'll have to make your own. These are the two camps we have been forced into. It ain't about politics, race or gender. You will now be categorised by which music streaming service you use and given those other alternatives, that's a good thing.

A few weeks back, I discovered something called Live From Daryl's House. The main site is linked up there but you can find most of it over on YouTube - natch. Every episode is wonderful and makes me think this is the way forwards for many, many things. It breathes life into everybody. There are no losers in scenarios such as this. You don't even have to be a particular fan of Daryl Hall to enjoy it but if you weren't before, you will be after. Inspiring is what it is. Imagine a similar show from Alice Cooper's house... Nancy Wilson... Brian May... visited by other musicians who 'got it'. Sheeran... Randy Crawford... Bernie Taupin... Trent Reznor. 

It would only be a matter of time before fools decided they would like a slice of the pie but it would be great while it lasted. Anyway, if you have time for a taster, here's the entire episode in which Cheap Trick turn up at the door:


Meanwhile, I have decided to step away from and close down the Big Bear Rescue project - if you happened to buy one of the shirts we had out there or threw some coins into the digital jar, thanks a million. Really. I learned many things from trying to help the world out in a small way. Things like, how hard it is to be heard in a sea of voices all saying similar things. Things like how 'busy' huge organisations can be when you ask for their help with a little social media leverage - and if you read between the lines, you can read that as 'not very helpful at all. Ever.' There are other factors along the way and it makes me feel sad that I couldn't grow it how I wanted to. Truth be told, it feels like a huge failure but I can shoulder it.

If I was Neil Gaiman, the whole thing would have taken off at such a rate of knots that healthy bears would be roaming the earth like some acid-tinged remake of Planet of the Apes but I'm not and it didn't. A little part of me thought I might have some leverage with the magazine readership but back at the ranch, The Boss kindly used some of his own cash to spread a post about it to our 1.5+ million followers and you know how many shirts it helped to sell?

None.

Down, but not out. I figured out that my time would be better spent as a small wheel within a much larger wheel. More on this in the next few days... I'm waiting on some confirmations coming back and fingers crossed, I can get my hands dirty again... or my feet wet as is actually the case.

I guess there are life lessons to learn here. Maybe one day I'll figure out what they are.


Finally, no resurrection of my blog would be complete without The Hound having the last word...

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