Music Business
"The Music Business is a cruel and shallow money trench, a long plastic hallway where thieves and pimps run free, and good men die like dogs. There's also a negative side."
--Hunter S. Thompson

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| The Disillusionment of Winter |
As cold day, drags into cold day, and we flip the calendar with no apparent effect, moods sink and we feel winter will never end. I become anti-social and it is tough to keep spirits up. I have never lived anywhere south of 43.66°N. I have always lived where the seasons change and I have always enjoyed those changes. I have even reveled in the fact that I am "tough enough" to take it. But this year, has been rough. Or, I am getting weaker, I am not sure which. It would be much more difficult to move here in the depth of winter and try to acclimate.
Either way, winter is seeming to pass slowly this year. There are many possible explanations for this. For one thing, I have rediscovered motorcycle riding. When I was in my teens I rode every day in the summer. But, when I moved from the farm I left my bike behind. This past summer though, I was back on a bike and remembered just how much I love it. Suddenly winter is not enjoyable. It is no longer a great reason to just stay in my house, it is the reason I can't ride.Today, the mercury belies the feeling, as we have entered the cold fog season. I can read the thermometer and see it says 47, and yet to step outside the cold and damp soaks in, and it feels more like 23. The only thing good about it is the snow is melting and there is hope that someday soon we will see green grass and robins. So don't give up people. There is hope for this area to once again shed off the winter, as you also will shed off the winter blues. This is a beautiful place to live and I am very happy to live here among green trees, water and beautiful river valleys. The Chippewa Valley is a wonderful place and I am very happy to live here. I will only be the happier once winter is behind us.
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As cold day, drags into cold day, and we flip the calendar with no apparent effect, moods sink and we feel winter will never end. I become anti-social and it is tough to keep spirits up. I have never lived anywhere south of 43.66°N. I have always lived where the seasons change and I have always enjoyed those changes. I have even reveled in the fact that I am "tough enough" to take it. But this year, has been rough. Or, I am getting weaker, I am not sure which. It would be much more difficult to move here in the depth of winter and try to acclimate.
Either way, winter is seeming to pass slowly this year. There are many possible explanations for this. For one thing, I have rediscovered motorcycle riding. When I was in my teens I rode every day in the summer. But, when I moved from the farm I left my bike behind. This past summer though, I was back on a bike and remembered just how much I love it. Suddenly winter is not enjoyable. It is no longer a great reason to just stay in my house, it is the reason I can't ride.