Yesterday’s post gave me reason to pause and reflect on how I experienced some of the music I mentioned. I can remember the anger, the resentment, the sorrow, and the pain I continually stirred up with those songs. Those songs helped me to develop a false sense of strength, pride, and superiority. These feelings always stayed locked inside. I was never very expressive of my deepest feelings.
Let’s get raw on purpose. I’ve wasted too much time attempting to be some super special blogger whom everyone will link to and quote. It’s simply not me. So let’s dispense with the formalities and pick up where I left off a long time ago – just sharing my thoughts.
I can guarantee you that there will be topics I refuse to cover. There will be feelings I refuse to disclose. I may express my opinions more than feelings, but they will be genuine. On top of all that, I may not write very often. I have neglected my journal (the actual, physical book) for too long. I need to get back into it, so you may only find a couple posts per week at times while others you may find several posts per day.
CultureFeast just hasn’t been a predictable site, so I can’t promise anything will last forever. There have been more than a dozen different ideas for the “identity” of this site. They all flopped, for the most part. For better or worse, I am the identity of this website. I hope you will contribute because I really enjoy engaging conversations. Please leave comments whenever you think of them. This isn’t about the money. It’s about the interaction. It’s you who makes this thing worthwhile.