Superchunk: Watery Hands

What do you do when you don't have anything to say?

Let me rephrase...

What do you blog about when you don't have anything to say, and you've got a blog, and you feel like, in the spirit of blogginess, you ought to be posting regularly, but you just don't know what to write about?

Ya see, I'm 41 years old...I've been the "creative type" my entire life, and I've been prolific in many respects...I've written and recorded hundreds of original songs over the past 25 years...I've acted as engineer and producer for other bands...I paint, I cartoon, I've written several screenplays, a book of short fiction, and a couple of aborted novels, to say nothing of the pornography I've written...

I've done alot of creative things over the past 2-3 decades, and while I can't say that any of it was worth a damn, I still did it all, nonetheless...

The thing is, after all this time, and all that effort, at the age of 41, I feel empty...Drained...I just don't think I have anything to say at the moment...I haven't for the past couple years, actually, and I wonder if I'll ever have anything meaningful to make/share ever again...

And yet, I WANT to say things...I want to create...I want to share, teach, whatever, but the fact that I seemingly CAN'T at the moment is what puts me in this losing situation...

You don't want to read about my two cats, do you? I could tell you about Eno suddenly developing this urge to slip and slide around in the bathtub, or how Isaac lost another fang, so that now, at the age of 12, he's only got one of his four fangs left and he's now relegated to soft food...You don't want to read about that...Hell, I didn't want to write about that...

I could share with you my recent forays into needlepoint...Nah...

I don't go out to the pubs much and get sloppy drunk, so I can't regale you with tales of drunk Mohaski...

Last night I made spaghetti, but there are enough blogs out there already recounting last night's meals, so I won't go there either...It was damn good spaghetti though, because I am a damn fine cook...

So what's left? What do I do when my head is empty and echoing with useless thoughts?

I guess I post things like this Superchunk video, in which Janeane Garofalo and David Cross (and the band) make lighthearted fun of stupid conceptual music videos...For the record, I still think Laura Ballance is one of the hottest foxes in rock, and I still think the best part of this video is the drummer, who appears to have a mind and will of his own until "confronted" by his bandmates, at which time he acquiesces to their furrowed, displeased brows...I think it's a sly and nifty way of pushing the theory that drummers are little more than hired guns and trained apes...Anyways, enjoy the video...I was looking for a video for "Slack Motherfucker", one of the greatest rock anthems ever recorded, but came away with this...

I still don't think Janeane Garofalo is funny, but that's my cross to bear.

Hotcha! Hank