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Truth be told I am my own menace. I poke and prod the world with my innards and then wait for someone to ask me what I think; when they inevitably don’t, I deepen my dive.
“Woah, man we just met.”
“I’m here because of a 2 year old email list from a dinosaur kickstarter you promised!”
“O, here he goes again.”
“I’m uncomfortable.”
At my core I am a lover of things—many things—things that for some reason my brain so widely fragments they could not possibly be discussed within the same arena…
A hopeful junction for all the self-proclaimed “fragmented” tracks to join and station.
how often?
I’ve learned about myself over the years that I’m better long-term with “hardflex” commitments—which, no, is not a brand of tape that will save your sawn-boat-in-half. “Hardflex” as in I am ultimately committed to this thing but if the appointment needs to move a day, a week, or even a season I am okay with that knowing still it must—and therefore will—be done.
That being said, once a month is my minimum. Maybe more? sure. Less? Can’t be. Same time every month? Wouldn’t count on it, kid.
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what’s in it, man?
There are many ancient pillars that make up such sacred tomes. A few possibilities may include but absolutely NEVER be limited to:
_At home cooking
_Godzilla
_Music (whether written and performed by myself or not)
_Craft (and not-so-craft) Cocktail
_Well-Made Clothing
_Design & Type
_Fantasy (coupled with heaping references to the highly reviewed DnD podcast The Tabletop Tales)
like we said before, who even cares?
Could be you. Could be us? Could be everyone. Might just be me. All I know is that it’s free and you’ll be able to unsubscribe at any point in your life that I violently offend you.
In reference to: the 1987 earthquake of San Fransisco known jokingly for two years as “The Big One”; but also the next question in this newsletter.
what happened to the kickstarter?
“Are you still a musician?”
“Did you take the money and run off to Guadalupe?”
“Is the record actually ever going to come out?”
“Chappy, it’s me, where is my sweatshirt?”
“You’re 8 years old and you have a beard!”
All of it very fair. Without biting off too much for us to chew: yes, I am still a musician with a debut record that is going to be released. I’m not sitting around wondering if I still like it. I will send, at the time of release, all promised merch spoils of war. Yes, I am eight years old and I do have a beard. No, I’m not currently typing this from my lush patio in Guadalupe.
It will all happen. It must. I swear it.
Unfortunately, no matter how small the bite there is always chewing to be done. And chewing takes time. And all is fair in art and war, etc.
so, where does that leave us?
Pretty much right back where we started (hopefully with a few more of the color-by-numbers filled in). This is Chappy Hour: A monthly column of opinions, mild expertise, and wild thought featuring A Little of Everything out of Nashville, TN.
I am honored you’re here.
Onwards,
CHAPPY
xoxoxo
***DISCLAIMER***
The Chappy Hour legal team is hereby required by law to state that the name “CHAPPY Hour” exists by way of dear friend and Bar Director, Eric Jeffus. All honor earned under the name is hereby directed immediately to the Jeffus household without question. Any further use of the name outside of these bounds is determined horribly criminal and therefore punishable by being consumed and then destroyed.