It’s been a really interesting year. In 2011, we got to see a prince get married — reminding us that some places in the world still have princes. The Middle East ran out of Xbox’s and everyone freaked out. Navy Seals killed the scary bad man, and Verizon stole the Precious from AT&T.
It was a busy year for me too. I started a new solo career, released Blackbirds, toured the East Coast, formed a new band, bought my dream guitar — hiked the 17.6 mile, Dawson Pitamakan Pass, in Glacier National Park — and have secretly been training a small army of Samurai Unicorns.
I also started a blog. This blog. It was going strong for while there, but faded out like Five For Fighting. Remember them? Me either.
Anyway, I’m just thinking about what it means to start a new year. It doesn’t have to mean anything I suppose. It’s an arbitrary point in time, in some ways. On the other hand, it can mean whatever you want it to.
The New Year could mean a fresh start in a relationship, or with your family. It could be the year you run a marathon or hike the Appalachian Trail. Maybe you’ll go back to school, or join a monastery. This could be the year you get yourself a jet pack. You could also build a windmill or a really little bicycle for squirrels. In the new year, you might become the world champion at that game Chubby Bunny. Or perhaps you’ll stop drinking coffee, and start drinking mayonnaise. You might resolve to invent your own new language and insist on speaking in it exclusively.
I don’t know what you’re going to do, maybe you won’t do anything differently. Or maybe the point is, we are all going to do things differently, it’s just a question of how, and whether or not we’re going to take an active role in that process or not.
Oh yeah, this blog just got poignant and whatnot! Poignant is a strange looking word, don’t you agree. Poig-nant. Poy-guh-nant. How did we get that G to sound like a Y? I bet someone did it on New Years!
P.S. I’m making a new album next year.