(I don’t get why this guy Bruce just won’t get that I’m not into his handlebar mustache vibe.)
Anyway, I posted this once already, but it came at the end of a tl;dr “think piece.” F+L is no more; this will be my last post here. I felt like I needed to turn a page. But! I am going to be very actively blogspotting at http://forsoothforsooth.tumblr.com, and humbly invite you to hang out with me for fun-n-things at my new joint. Real talk? I’ve been sad that some of my favorite tumblr friends of yore haven’t joined me over there, so at the risk of being spammy, I wanted to announce this once more in case it was missed in my previous spew of verbiage.
As long as I’m doing this last post, I should probably ask this question here, considering that F+L still has more followers, by an order of magnitude, than my new blargh. I will be taking a road trip—just me and Gem—down to Nashville, from Monday till the new year. Besides the obvious—finding the very worst, most touristy fake-honky-tonk and writing an essay about the country-Blues-Hammer band I hope to find there, can anyone tell me something I need to do while down there? I’ve never been. I like old stuff, weird history, classic country. And I like food but hate “foodie” culture. ?
The moment of utter horror when you realize you’ve sanded too much faux-asswear into the seat of the old chair you’ve spraypainted and are trying too hastily to rough up a bit and make look old again. When you realize the wear pattern would only be consistent with a previous owner who had restless leg syndrome and the habit of sticking coarse/jagged objects into his back pockets. When you realize you tossed the spray can thinking it was empty and therefore can’t start over.