So here I am at the end of 2007 and I'm at a total creative impasse. Ah, it's to be expected. I'm 38 years old. I know what kind of bullshit goes on in this head and I didn't expect it to be any different this year. The Noodle Naysayers are having their way with me.
See, the NN are my personal demons. They love to torture me by constantly harping on the shortcomings of everything I do. That's too gimmicky, that's not cool enough, that's too hard, that's too simple, that's too controversial, that's too banal...Fuckers. Then, when I do get going on something cool, they change their strategy. They find my reservoir of passion and poke holes in it with their cursed brainpicks. My passion flows away like a river of golden mist and I'm left with a kind of numb void where there used to be a fire. So I drift away from the idea - whatever it was - and meander out in the pretty butterfly fields of noncommittal sloth. Once I realize what the Noodle Naysayers have done to me it's too late. I'm a goner and months have went by.
But I don't give up that easily, really. I keep at it. I come back around with a glancing blow to the chin of this collective monster and I do a little Ali shuffle and make myself feel better. It's all for a good cause, ain't it?
Once more into the fight, my friends. I feel an idea clawing its way out of my deepest subconscious ravine...
