I swear these years keep going by faster all the time. It’s getting a little unnerving.
2018 was not as productive as I hoped it would be. That’s been a recurring theme in recent years. It was a definite step in the right direction, though. Jess’s album was released. Ron’s album hit the finish line and will hopefully see the light of day early in 2019. And I was able to finish one of the two major albums I’ve been working on while putting a decent dent in the other.
As a rule I don’t have many feelings about a year one way or another when it’s brand new. It’s up to the year to show me what it’s going to be. But I’ve got a sneaky feeling this one might be pretty good.
(That probably means we’re all doomed.)
If nothing else, 2019 is going to be the year of YEAR OF THE SLEEPWALK. It’s not a choice anymore. I need to get that album done before it gets too big for me and starts thinking it can boss me around and stay out all night without calling.
One reason for serious celebration — this year we’re getting the Deadwood movie we were supposed to get more than a decade ago. I didn’t think it would ever happen.
It’s really happening. Really. For real.
Of course, you can’t have pancakes without a little mediocre cocaine. We’re also getting a live action Cowboy Bebop series, whether we want it or not.
You’d think writers and producers who have such defective, corroded fucking brains they’re rendered incapable of generating any ideas of their own would have changed career paths by now, opting for something more suited to their abilities — landfill-licking, or drinking hair growth serum, or the like. But no. Steadfast in their idiocy, they go on remaking and rebooting existing films and television shows with diminishing fucking returns, as if someday, if they recycle the right thing the right way, they might manage to produce through sheer luck something other than a piece of shit.
(Spoiler alert: this lazy, cynical, money-before-brains way of working will always produce a piece of shit. Also, the above paragraph was my poor man’s attempt at emulating something approaching Deadwood’s unique marriage of eloquence and profanity. Couldn’t resist.)
Anyway. I hope you did something fun to ring in the New Year. Me, I switched back to my old shampoo. And if that doesn’t set the tone for the excitement of the year ahead, I don’t know what will.