Guess What Was Just Delivered? A NEW YEAR!

I’m going to go cliché’ it up right now and say, with 2007 almost put to bed, 2008 is on the horizon. Don’t you hate it when people use clichés? It’s lazy, isn’t it? Which goes to prove my point of sports broadcasters being the most laziest bunch of bastards in the media. They are also about as interesting as a burlap bag. I don’t care what anyone says about Sportscenter… it’s not that great of a show. It really isn’t.

That statement also remains Gospel Truth for 99% of what is being broadcasted on network television. All of you who thought Friends was an amazing show really have to spend a little time watching I Love Lucy and the Honeymooners. Every sitcom that has ever been produced is a version of either show. Fact. Whacky neighbors? Social dilemmas? Interracial comedy? All there. “Been there, done that.”

Why did I write the above? I don’t know.

Christmas was a pretty nice holiday for me, although I was quite far from family. My girlfriend was very good at making me feel at home…in our home. Well, you know what I mean. We had our 6’ Christmas tree up with all the trimmings. Maki, the Unholy, was chasing his toys around and running amok in his “cat tunnel” structure. Burl Ives was singing through our television… it was really nice. We drank apple cider… we were white people for a change.

As far as gifts went, I have no reason to complain about anything – Xbox360, an acoustic guitar, leather bound version of the entire Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy series, the Levon Helm book, three Classic Album “Making of…” DVD’s, “The Last Waltz” on Blu-Ray, a PS3 game, a small collection of clothing. Enough already. The Xbox360 is great and is a money sink. My brother got one too, so now we’ll be able to kill things together again.

Really, it was a nice holiday for me. And I’m really glad 2007 is going into the books (cliché) because it sucked for me. Bad job. Car problems. Money famine. [Edit: just lost the football pool - $800] It blew. But 2008, let me tell you, is going to be very different. I’m not playing organized basketball anymore, in fact, if you find me on the court, consider it an odd occurrence – it’s not a passion for me anymore. I’ve got a new one.

It’s guitar.

I need to spare my knees from the grinding and pounding of the sport. I’ve done enough with it, anyway. It’s time to make music and be on stage… it’s time to perform with a band… it’s time to make music that sounds like this: