But Do I Really Want It To Go Away?
"Issue" #1: My obsessive stencilling of anything that won't move. Storage bins in the garage. Tools. Furniture. Guitars. Even my iBook.
#2: My obsessive Decemberists fandom. Seems to have eclipsed my longtime Robyn Hitchcock fandom. Especially since he blew me off last month.
#3: Guitar-mania. It started so simply, so long ago. It was one acoustic guitar, then a case for it. Now it's guitars, at home, in the livingroom, in my office. One is never enough it seems.
#4: (This isn't really my issue, but about other people with problems, specifically Anton Newcombe. I'd heard a little of his weirdy 60s revival stuff here and there--I was intrigued by the band's clever name, like everyone else--and when I was in Portland last month Mark and I walked down to Dante's, where they were going to play later. When we walked in no one was there, just club workers, it seemed, though there was some gear set up onstage. It looked like a cool little club to see a show in. Now that I've obsessively watched DIG for the past few days I am SO GLAD that Anton wasn't there. All it would have taken was one wrong glance in his direction and he'd personally have beaten us both senseless. Unless he's a frail junkie. Then we out-of-shape old guys would've kicked his crazy ass.
#5: Feeling guilty about not putting in any real miles this year. I haven't even broken 2000 yet. It's been crazy. Well, I haven't, but it has been.