I step outside my front door, and nothing is familiar. This life I now live is nothing I expected—is nothing I didn't expect. It happened. Decisions were made, and the result... drastic change.
I live in a new town, in a new house, and I make my living in a whole different way than anything else I've ever done.
Whether the change came because of place is hard to say. Place has much to do with it, but the world, especially the musical world, has changed rapidly over the past five years. Money is the only music anyone wants to hear.
Because the change has been so drastic, and because there really is nothing I can do about most of it, it only makes sense that I make the change complete.
All the reasons I created Annotated Margins melted into memory four years ago. Since then, this blog floundered in its effort to find continuity, and too often dissolved into the diaristic rants of a disgruntled man... a man bitter over the cards life had dealt him.
I don't have time to snivel and bitch. I must move on.
I will resurface, I'm sure, in some other guise, when the thoughts in my head congeal into something of which I can make sense.
And so, for the moment, I bid you adieu. This is the final post of "Annotated Margins."
To those five who have followed my blog these past four years, thank you for putting up with my rants. I have enjoyed reading your blogs, every Sunday morning, for the past four years.