I am, where else? at the office. I am excited because the book, Buster L’Orange – The Biography of an Ordinary Man, is nearing a final draft status. I’m not sure if I should release the chapters/sections as I finish them or maybe hold them back a bit. Maybe, I could finish a section ahead and have something in the bank each time I put a chapter out? That way, I can keep momentum rolling. Ha. Maybe.
It appears that the most successful way of putting out my art is on Facebook. That is a shame but so be it. I will then have to exlude some of my friends because I know they won’t understand or might find what I am doing objectionable. That is a shame but I don’t want to court controversy, it is just art. The same thing is true about my piano ramblings. The same thing is true about my guitar ramblings. I should just put them out there and try to tailor my audience so that people aren’t exposed to something that may embarrass them. What can I say? I am an ordinary Grandad. That’s all.
I have argued back and forth about Facebook, with myself and with others. Yes, it is a terrible, wild west kind of forum where people speak, misunderstand and willfully hate. That is too bad and I find myself too caught up in it. I end up being hurt by the lack of understanding and the far-right dismissal of civility. That’s my burden and I have to look away so that I can reap the rewards of having an audience. It is of particular use in the time of Covid, to have an audience. I am not a great artist but I am an artist. The point of art, the reason we do it , is to communicate. How well we communicate is always an issue but the attempt is always necessary.
So, I am back (until the next blow-up exchange of hat
Robert On The Air 