Six String Sanctuary is a blog, and I won't apologize for that. I've never warmed up to the term "blog'', in fact I once railed loudly against the name and the concept. And why wouldn't I? I'm an aging, out of work newspaper guy. But I have no ax to grind.
It is what it is. And what it has been for me is a forum for expression and communication. A cathartic exercise to get me jump-started each day, to help me find purpose or meaning or amusement in ... something. And share it with others, who don't have to put a quarter in the slot.
I've actually gotten to the point where I feel comfortable encouraging people by word or email to "Hey, be sure to check out my music blog.'' This did not come easy.
But I admit my growing confidence was shaken yesterday after receiving a copy of Tim Dorsey's new novel "Nuclear Jellyfish.'' Dorsey, a former Tampa Tribune reporter with 11 books under his belt, wastes no time in the Prologue making his point about the 'B' word, starting with:
First off, fuck the word blog. I hate it and all who use it ... Shut up. The Internet was supposed to become the ultimate democratic forum. It did. Now everyone can be a porn star...
He's right, of course. The blogosphere (another stupid word) is a pretty mucked up place. But there's good stuff out there, too. You just have to trip over it. Even Dorsey comes around in the very next paragraph, explaining why he is thankful for the Internet. Hey, it's a novel. It is what it is.
Just like this blog. The beat goes on, six strings at a time.