My latest single, Failing Upward, is now available everywhere that music streams, including Spotify, Apple Music, Bandcamp and wherever else.

Best case is this song speaks for itself. Because I have very little to say from my actual mouth or keyboard-clacking fingers these days. Age has cleansed me of the need or the desire to desperately confess my version of the truth, in hopes of receiving your understanding, affirmation, absolution, conversion, etc.; or to let you know that I know better than you do. Pick your poison. Or my poison, since I’m the one with the performance issues.

I will say that my goal in having obsessed Failing Upward into existence, through its months and months of musical and lyrical revisions, on into its months and months of mixing (always, however, in discrete 1-2 hour sessions spread out every other week or so, in deference to my income-earning work and a regular dinner time), is that it fulfills a definition of pith in the venue of the pop song. I have judged it to be so, but shall you? It is likely that I’ll never know, unless some of you want to join the bots submitting endless comments on my previous posts – 35,176 of them as of today. 

Comments on this site require that I approve them before they are published. That I don’t approve these bot-authored comments is my small contribution to curating the tsunami of data that is in the process of drowning us all. But it’s possible that I have not approved a legitimate comment or two that were clinging for dear life amidst the brackish, apocalyptic swell. If that is the case, I do apologize.

Yet, it would surprise me to know that any actual person expends a precious click out of their day to arrive here. I can’t not click on most things fast enough. When I do find myself here, in my capacity as official website custodian, I could swear that this place, which once seemed so pregnant with the possibility of sweeping my intellectual property up into the maw of culture, echoes with nothing but the soft rustle of tumbleweeds.

Yet, here we are, your eyes and my forlorn keystrokes – never more together, never more alone.