By "you," I mean...I mean...I don't know who I mean. It's sort of a select few who know this site even exists, and while I want international fame and fortune as much as the next guy, I'm not sure if pimping a personal website hither and yon is really going to be the way to do it, anyway.

And yes, it was the New York Times article on blogging (registration required) that got me all reflective and introspective about this whole mess. I've been pretty good about keeping personal drama out of this space, but I think that's just because my life has been particularly devoid of it. At least regarding friends and relationships and whatnot. I've been mostly focused on solving the unemployment puzzle since I started operations here.

Speaking of emerging sources of income, Friday night went surprisingly well. Modest but enthusiastic turnout, only a few clams, and the bar wants me back. I threw all the eighties stuff into one set, which worked well. It was fun watching people recognize the songs and laugh at the memories. Again, I limited myself to the better-known tunes in the playlist, with only a few exceptions. When I actually got an honest-to-goodness encore, I figured I had to play some Mike Keneally, and that was fine.

On the way down to the gig, I was thinking to myself that I was, in fact, ready to do this. There's a school of thought that I'm coming around to believe in that says you have to throw yourself into situations before you're really ready for them, otherwise you can take too long obsessing over details, like wading into a pool slowly versus jumping in. Chances are, you're more prepared than you realize, and all the worrying is for naught. On the other hand, I don't like failure. Period. It's that "if something is worth doing, it's worth doing well," but maybe even a step beyond that. If I'm going to do something, I want to do better than well. I want to, in the Tenacious D parlance, knock your fucking socks off.

I'm not going to claim anyone left Goldie's Bar sockless on Friday night, but it certainly solidified the notion that I can do this solo acoustic thing, and do it successfully.