The one with A Little History & An Update

Hello faithful readers. It’s been a long time since I last infiltrated your self-imposed moral responsibilities (wrote a blog). As always I have no viable reason for this other than my obligations as an erotic fiction writer have more than doubled with the onset of summer. That was a lie. In actuality I’ve been getting a lot of business as of late and have been busy with that. And as usual my wife that is art stole back my attention from my mistress that is writing. But alas! My bastard child, who is undoubtedly this blog, has been rescued from the cold, damp, locked basement.

Here is a history lesson. I used to be a “scene” kid. Tight pants, band buttons, punching whilst dancing, and underground concerts. I then realized what I looked like tied a noose of strong rope and hung my…tight pants up for good. You thought I was going to kill myself didn’t you? Inappropriate? Screw it. Anyway, I’ve been getting into punk music again recently. One band that I really like and that is also paying me nothing to write this is “Cage the Elephant". As far as I know they only have one CD out on iTunes. I’ll be honest, I bought it because it was cheap and I needed some new music. AC/DC LIVE, that I’ve been listening to since junior high, was getting old. So I bought this cheap CD. The music is actually pretty good. I mean, you can’t really expect much from the music industry lately; with the RIAA being the anal-retentive bastards they are and ‘Hanna Montana’ music being taken seriously. But it’s nice to know that good music still exists. Speaking of music, why won’t rap die?! It’s been around for nearly 20 years. It’s time is up. But you all know my position on rap.

As I write this I am travelling cross-country to Washington DC for some photo business. Here are a few quick observations: Indiana is a crapshoot, Ohio is beautiful, Chicago is nuts, paying a toll every five miles is annoying, and the great lakes are really huge.

One last quick note. I tried early last month to become a video blogger, or a ‘vlogger’ for you hip 10 year olds out there. It didn’t work. I feel much more at home with lines of text then a looking at a box, with a single infinitely deep, black eye staring back. So that’s enough of that. For now my home resides here at the Mashup, well that and my local gentlemen’s club, and the liquor store…and that Opium den down the street from my house.

Travis