So, my second post is up at Pith. It’s about John Work and why I’m hoping the Feds will give stimulus money to refurbish his house and how the Tennessean kind of dropped the ball when they were reporting about it.
And I have to say, I really dig it. I mean, I’m really starting to get a feel for what I want to do over there and how it will differ, at least a little bit, from what goes on over here. Here, I think, is like if you came to my house. There’s burping and farting and watching bad tv and getting drunk and talking politics and cooters and Democrats. Or, like Mag said once, it’s like stopping by a bar where almost everyone is a regular and we’re talking about shit we’ve been talking about for ages.
Over there, I think I can introduce some folks to some stuff. I don’t know. You know it’s all subject to change. But I put my post up about Work and I got an email from someone almost immediately after I posted it telling me that he’d lived in Nashville his whole live and never heard of the Works and he was glad to read my post.
How fucking amazing is that?
Don’t get me wrong. I’m still scared shitless. It’s one thing to sit on the sidelines and take potshots under a name only the people who love you call you; it’s another thing to get up there under your own and try to say something about this place.
So, yeah, though, I think it’s good. I hope it’s not too soft for them. But I mentioned Hooters and how dull the Tennessean is, so hopefully that will still get me some bad-ass street cred.