As you surely have apprehended by now, this experiment in music-and-other-"things"-blogging has slowed to a molasses-drip of output that is, at best, pretty pathetic, and at worst, begging the question of what's the point. Nick's hiatus (read: his sugarcoated resignation) and my own dearth of posts both point to a logical conclusion: that hella philistine as it currently stands must die (if it hasn't already, which it pretty much has). It's been fun, it's been real. Thanks for the memories.
Which I can't say I'm sad about. There's been some sense of relief in not worrying about trying to post something just to post something this past month. I mean, this stuff takes a surprising amount of work. And keeping up with the increasingly tabloid-like nature of music news and culture is exhausting, self-consuming, and, as I've been starting to find lately--an unnecessary drag. In all of this, for me, the raw joy I get from music has somehow gotten lost, gone fishing, A.W.O.L.
I'm still gonna keep this blog going, but on some different terms. The original blueprints have been redrawn, thrown out, incinerated, along with all the bull. What's left will be non-comprehensive and out of step with the scene; the music shared because I have fun doing it and hope you find something you dig.
There's so much great music going on out there, and the internet is a phenomenal vehicle for its spread. But all too often the racing machinery of the blogosphere and its byproducts of hype and status lose sight of a basic truth: Music is not meant to be exclusive.
So, here we go again,
Truitt
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