BILL ORCUTT FOR THE WIRE/EXCUSES FOR EXCUSES

Once again I am sorry for the lack of content. One of my excuses is that I was busy writing this cover story about Bill Orcutt for The Wire. 4000 words covering his entire history from growing up in Miami, Harry Pussy and his return to music. Read it virtually at Exact Editions or grab a print version at your local periodical shoppe.

My other excuse is the same one I’ve been using for the past six months: Having my life thrown into upheaval over the end of my marriage. I am aware having my heart on my sleeve for everyone to see isn’t the sexiest look in the world, but neither is pretending everything is OK.

I wake up every morning and the first word out of my mouth is “Fuck”. I lie there hoping to squeak out another hour of sleep just to escape the emptiness that awaits me. In the past seven months, I’ve lost any stability I once had and when it will be regained is uncertain. The fear of the future cripples me. Where would I be right now if I wasn’t asked to leave? I’d probably be just as miserable, but I would have a roof over my head and stability. Now, I’m miserable and have no fixed home. Is that any better? Is examining all this stress really helping?

Being an MS having old man who gets by on disability payments and freelance writing doesn’t give me much to live on if I stick around in the New Jersey area. I’ve been thinking of a move to a place that would be more affordable, but is it a smart idea to purposely distance myself from my family and go somewhere with no built-in support system? But would it be practical to bankrupt myself trying to survive in the Garden State or anywhere in the tri-state area? These are the thoughts consuming my hours instead of giving a thumbs up or down to the latest hot hits from the Flamin’ Hot Gannipganads or Shmerski Shalapio and the Broth Merchants. Please forgive me. More to come soon.

And once again, if anyone has a lead on an affordable place to live in New Jersey or Pennsylvania, please let me know. Much appreciated.