I've given in and joined the dark side. Let's face it--myspace is here to stay, and there's nothing us quaint long-for-the-good-old-days hopelesses can do about it. I resisted as long as I could, I really did, but my goal isn't to make sounds for my close friends...so myspace it is.
On another note, it's so far been a pretty cold winter for my music. I've had a sinus infection that's kept my voice on the rocks, and that slows everything down. Soon as I can sing again, I'll try to post new music...It's really been far too long.
I'm in El Paso, Texas, which essentially is Juarez, Mexico, stretched over the border. You can drive down the highway here and see directly across the excessively violent-looking chain link, barbed wire fences and the once-mighty (now dried up) Rio Grande to see the dilapidated mud fortifications they call homes over there. I really do wonder what that's like, to wake up for christmas day in one of those shanties and look 300 yards across the way at the first world, tantalizing and teasing you with its unattainable promise.
Anyway, i think about that, and the fact that this house, my grandparents house, has not changed in the 20 years I've known it, nor the 44 years my father has known it, and I wonder how the shelves above my head haven't given up and fallen on me just yet. It's a wonder I'm still alive to be joining myspace in the first place.
Merry Christmas, Happy Holiday, to all of you.