It's been close to a full year since adding anything to this tiny corner of the WWW, and, through some cosmic bumblefuck, the world has continued to inexplicably rotate correctly.
My original idea for this blog was to focus on the distinct cultural differences between my two favorite music scenes; you see, as I sit here writing, the sweet scent of Nag Champa fills my living room with comfortable ease, while, at the same time, Refused blares from my speakers. I think there is something to discuss here, but is it worthy of passage upon passage of unrelenting drivel? I think not. Moreover, as you can see from previous posts, my obsession with sports overtook any real message I had planned on conveying anyways, so I guess the whole thing was destined to be lost on any reader that meandered along it's words.
So, friend, let's start fresh. Forge a new path of un-readership. Boldly go where many, many, many people have gone before.
A question has consumed my thoughts over the past, oh, 7+ years, and I hope that this blog will bring an end to my speculation on the topic. As a college student in East Lansing, MI, my friends and I frequented the local thrift shops for buried fashion treasure. Finding that perfectly funny T (Dan's Big Bone Lick), was always a welcome surprise, and one trip in the summer of 2001 was no different. Sifting through the racks of shirts I came across perhaps the best shirt I own, which brings us back to the aforementioned question...
WHO IS TWILLA? (see above)
I am the proud owner of this fantastic shirt, and, subsequently, the proud owner of what would become a very common nickname for me. What should not be lost in this twisted tale, however, is I AM NOT the first man or woman to be called Twilla. I implore the original Twilla to please stand up.
I wonder if I'll ever meet the orignal Twilla, formerly of TRIN Company? It's uncertain. What I do know is that Twilla is probably a damn good American with whom I'd love to enjoy a cold beer with on a hot, summer day.
More to come, friends.
Listening to: Arch Enemy, Phish, Ray LaMontagne, and the flawless Jose Gonzalez.
Cheers,
Jeff(wa)
