Disenchantment of the rock

Rock'n'roll, for me, does not matter anymore.

I do not like Frank Zappa anymore, or any band.

I dunno. It's over.

I see a hairy guy, some rare laggard, one of the few remaining of the many who showed up for that last over, and he seems anachronistic, out of place, out of tune, out of the scheme of things.

I think I'll change my CDs for a few books out there in somewhere old books store.

Rock is out-of-date.

My forgotten blogs

One day I questioned whether I really needed a blog.

The answer comes in the form of facts.

If they are needed or not does not matter.

What matters is that I have six blogs misdeeds, treating a wide variety of subjects, all without depth and without any continuity.

What to do?

I think the solution is finish them.

Finish all, except this.

I can not be polyvalent.

I'm not writing much

Interesting how we're wrong.

My first text on this blog saying that I write a lot every day.

This is not true.

Never was.

What exists is only a will to write a lot every day, but desire is just it: desire.

A year ago that this blog is to flies.

Let's make an effort and try to keep it active.

Today is a good day to start writing again.

Writing much, every day.