I Am Not Cool

OK, so Godric now is at a superhip, Big Deal music convention/festival somewhere in the middle of the U.S. You know what Lester Bangs said to William Miller in "Almost Famous?" You got it -- I am NOT cool, and I'm feelin' it.

Imagine your humble servant with black shirt, jeans, conservative haircut (after all, until last Friday I worked for a gigantic corporation), receding hairline, and definite deer-in-the-headlights expression. Now, imagine that amidst a sea of musician-types and all of the slicksters who follow in their wake (label guys, promoters, bookers, etc.). There's more spiky hair, size-too-small hipster T-shirts, ponytails, old-guys-dressing-young and black clothing than I even thought could exist at once in one place.

Here is Mr. Fresh-From-The-Corporation, trying to figure out where he fits into all this, and wondering if he has what it takes to engage in roughly a few thousand semi-sincere handshakes, pay attention to a few hundred bands and deftly ease out of conversations with those who want something and are trained not to hear the word "no."

One thing I know for sure -- I love publishing and am certainly relishing that end of my job. It is what God put me on this earth to do, I am convinced. Writing, editing and brainstorming new ways to catch the readers' eyes -- it gladdens my heart in some mystical way. As Olympic runner Eric Liddell said: "When I run fast, I feel His pleasure."