apanthropy

It blows my mind that this blog still gets the amount of traffic that it does.

I haven’t wrote a single post in nearly a year. 2020 was bad. 2020 was not a good year. I did not have a good time.

With the never-ending lockdowns, my job slowed down dramatically. I went from working 72 hours a week, to dodging three separate mass layoffs and not knowing if I’d be working the next week. Needless to say, I lost my interest in writing.

I live in America – I state this only because the majority of the blogs visitors are from Europe, Asia, and Australia – and we had a rather contentious election. I spent from May 2020 until January of 2021 dealing with riots, protests, rallies and being part of a group that provided armed security at political events. I spent nearly every weekend on the road, driving 3-6 hours at a time just to get to an event, sometimes having to be on the road at 3 or 4 in the morning.

I had no desire to write. I had no desire to listen to any music. After spending the majority of the year watching people behave like fucking idiotic animals, I have no desire to be part of the human race at this point.

I’ve mulled it over several times about publishing more material here. I’d like a news section that actually deals with underground music of all sorts, not the drama, not the mainstream bands, and not the unimportant fluff pieces of mainstream “journalism.” It won’t happen. I don’t have the time or the resources. Writing ‘features’ means I listen to dozens of releases over a period of weeks, which leaves no time to write reviews. Writing reviews means I have no time to do the research for ‘features.’ Writing about music means I write about nothing else. I’m only one person. Writing, in general, takes time. It’s scarcity of resources. Finite resources never replenish and on a long enough timeline, all resources are finite.

Maybe, one day.

Thanks for reading though. Be good. Pet a dog. Limit your interactions with other people.

A. Krause