First of all, please disregard most of the other stuff on this blog. It’s the ruins of a project I may or may not pick back up in the future. Since I don’t really have a proper blog and I feel like Facebook doesn’t really deserve my longer winded ramblings…well…here we are.
So, to get to the point before expounding further (proper journalism style), tomorrow night at eighty-five will be my last DJ gig. I’m excited about what Timm and I have planned and I really wouldn’t wanna do it any other way. We’ll do our 2010 year in review, so it’s all our favorite jams from the past year. I’m also gonna do a 45 minute set of MY favorite Beatles tunes. To the “That’s not 2010” crowd, I think the fact that they’re finally on iTunes, whether you care or not, is significant. Also, I got the box set for Christmas, anyway, so I’ve been going through it and I think something cool will come of it by doing it right now. It will be a lot of fun, so I hope some of you make it out in spite of it being the night prior to a huge party night. 10:00pm sharp. Don’t be a buster.
Now, I feel compelled to expound a bit if only to satiate my need to explain everything I do. If you’re telling yourself that this post is typical for me and simply to make a bigger deal out of the show than it is, then I would agree that it’s a fair statement. The show’s been properly plugged, so you’re dismissed from reading further.
I’m not gonna say that I’m never gonna do it again. I’m way too whimsical to make that sort of prediction. Let’s say it’s like “Michael Jordan Retirement”, but I’m hardly equal to MJ and I’m certainly not gonna play baseball. Okay, so the muppet experiment is kinda like MJ playing baseball, but I certainly wouldn’t do it to suck at it like he did, you know? C’mon now, what did he bat, like .202 or something? That’s terrible. I would go back to basketball and get another ring to make up for it, too. Seriously, though, follow @Ryan2White146 on twitter and this is nothing like MJ playing baseball, but like MJ retiring in that I reserve the right to play shows on special occasions. Apologies to anyone that for some reason forgot halfway through this paragraph that, by “MJ”, I was referring to Michael Jordan and not Michael Jackson and you thought I was talking about zombie Michael Jackson trying to play baseball or something to that affect.
As far as the primary reason for (officially) cutting back, it is to focus on academics. Every personal endeavor that I’ve ever pursued has been some blend of art and social science. It took me until I was almost 30 to realize that so specifically, and I’ve learned that I’ve been pursuing it backwards.
Music has afforded me a lot of joy, life experience, and will always be a part of anything I do. Over the past year, give or take a month or so, this project with Timm and eighty-five has been a very strange experiment. In spite of the myriad of things that left me pretty discouraged, there have also been some really cool things that I’m proud of. I’m certainly grateful. Unfortunately, it isn’t something I can commit to when it’s interfering with what I feel l’m more suited to do.
It should be noted, at this point, that Ryan coming in right as my ability to sustain these two projects started failing was really exciting. What he did with Timm was one of the most eclectic experiments attempted (especially here)and I’m glad I got to see it.
I truly hope the people of Columbus, and patrons of eighty-five in particular, respect that what Timm will continue to bring to the table(s) will still be the most worthwhile way to spend your evening out. He’s awesome at what he does, he doesn’t play bullshit, and his tastes are more discerning then whatever other douchebags put in a jukebox or fart from their mouth into a karaoke mic. Believe that. The cool kids have never had it so good here, so please (continue) to support him. I certainly will when I can.
This has been a big year and ending it this way feels appropriate. I’m excited about the future, which is a relatively new feeling for me if you know me well enough. Let’s do it one more time tomorrow night.
”When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.” - John Lennon
