the first year of the new millenium turned my life upside down...i decided that the only cure was to lay myself open...disect my life...and put it infront of everyone who's opinion mattered to me...once a week i put together an email that described what, who, where when and especially why i was doing...whatever i happend to be doing...to keep it interesting i included relavent weblinks to whatevr i wrote about...
the entire email string described...a breakup...a cross country move...family drama...my love affair with the greatest city on earth...and came to a crashing halt in september of 2001...
i no longer believed my personal adventure had any relavance to this new world we found ourselves in...
then a couple of things happened...
iread this story...(please don't sue me denver post, it's just an excerpt)
i started drinking...heavily...
i wrote this story...
i looked around...and saw a lot of people...living in a very particular moment...like we had all realized...shit, life is short...this moment...lasted from about february 2002...to about last fall...during that time...
denver was the alcohol consumption capital of the united states...
a lot of people here were unemplyed...and walking around with money in their pockets...and too much time on their hands...and having a lot of fucking fun...
time will tel...but i don't believe this was an isolated moment...this felt like a natioal mood...encapsulated...another of summer of 68...or is it 69...but better...because...it was ours...because the horror of watching ppeople choose between flames...or flight...reminded us that life is for living...that we only get so much time to really do something with our lives...
so i started paying attention...and writing down what i saw...heard...felt...did...again...
for the first time since disco was big (pre-'77)...i felt like i was a part of something that wasn't a fad (swing dancing anyone?)...that wasn't the product of clever marketing (decade noostalgia)...or a regurgited form of the same old bulshiott (how else do you explain...electroclash?)...
and for the first time...i felt like my writing was an honest reflection of who i am...i felt like i was ready to put my stuff in front of an audience...
and then there was another newspaper story...about a local kid...god i wish i could find it (kudos to whoever can dig this one up)...who killed himself...and blogger was going to take down his widely read blog out of respect...
and that all led up to you reading thisentry today...
