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I have been experiencing BLOGGERS BLOCK

Will push thru & post 2night.

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Blog #1: Wake Up, First Blog Up

My first post. This is wicked exciting. I will not worry too much about the theatrics, grammatrics, or axiomatics of this post. This post is to which all ladder blogs can be compared and, as such, any growth or decay reflects my ability to differ from this singular post. All so very exciting. I want to blog every day from here until my death, or as close to my expiration as possible while being realistic that a friend once told me I have a new "thing" every month. (Is CucumberInterupted my new thing? Maybe. Probably. But all the same, it doesn't matter). "This month you are studying for the LSAT. Next month you'll be on to a new thing"—this was her response when I told her I planned to go to law school. Well, isn't this all my thing then? By which I, paradoxically, mean the very switching of things is a thing in of itself. On a Sunday night nonetheless!!!

But this blog is not about me. None of my blogs are (will be) about me. Unless I have something fabulous to brag about or wisdom to introspect, I will tend to keep the focus on other artists. (Notice my use of the word 'others'—and if you didn't, I italicized it specifically for any family members who are allergic to attention to detail. I understand that this implication lends itself to the idea that I, too, am an artist, but please note, that any implication taken from my blog is not a personal assertion, and as such, I cannot be at fault for any beliefs derived from them. To conclude this tangent, if you decide to take it as an implication and then subsequent characterization that I am an artist, I take no issue (nor blame nor credit).)

All of which is to say this blog is a REVIEW of the song "Wake Up Alone" by Amy Winehouse. I attempted to link it to the post so it can play as you read, but as this is my FIRST post, I can make no promises—only attempts. I LOVE THIS SONG! Released in December of 2006, it is the eighth song on her album Back To Black. With musicians like Amy Winehouse, Lana Del Rey, Laufey, etc., I question, well, a lot. Lyricism, like all forms of artistic expression, connects with observers (listeners). But why me? Why does it connect to ME? And I single myself out for two important, albeit, arguably evident, reasons: 1. I have no understanding of music past a surface level, and by extension, I lack a total grasp of art as a whole. If I MUST, plainly: I do not have a critic's eye (but please read the review in spite). So why do I connect with some lyricism when I have no grounds for any connection? 2. I cannot perceive anything through anyone else's eye—as such, I am left with myself and my (blue) eyes.

Do I listen to Winehouse for the relatability or an escape? I contemplated as I washed my hands. I had just cracked the spine of a rotisserie chicken and was washing off the (gag) flesh from underneath my fingernails. I think I want to relate and I force myself into an avatar who can relate. This avatar, not being real, not being me, serves as an escape. Yes! He is fierce in my dreams, seizing my guts! I DO stay up, clean the house, at least I'm not drinking ! That is ME! And I say all this, ironically BTW. By which I mean (CrimeLime), I do not relate, but I can. While the song is playing, that is me. OMG—forgive me, did I write all that, simply to discover, music is a mere escape. LOL, this dance of pretend, is escape. Because that is totally what I just wrote, sure, I made it complicated and typed in a roundabout way, but the very thing I discovered, is what was born alongside the birth of Christ: music is an escape. This is NOT well at all. Terrible even, but verification of a known fact is still a commendable contribution to society. Very well, in fact, I might just spend the rest of my life verifying the accepted truths: the Atlantic is cold, keto is difficult, blonde hair looks better., etc. I just think I was not prepared for a blog post that dresses up as a music review; two new things at ONE time is a LOT on ANYONE. ESPECIALLY ME. But tune in tomorrow (or even tonight) for my next blog, when I ACTUALLY review music. And the song will be... well, to keep things interesting, I won't say (but I will say it rhymes with "Sonley Toads").

I am sorry my post was not very insightful or very much anything at all. BUT! What my blog did do, was EXIST, and that is enough for me (for today).

Please comment below a review of my review! Maybe we can be friends.

All my best, CucumberInterupted

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“We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.”

— Kurt Vonnegut