The Dashboard's Melted But We Still Have The Radio

Its a tricky thing this blogging business.  Myspace was my first foray into the world of online words, mingling with layouts and commercials, views and hits.  My words seem to float into space, not knowing if anyone was reading.  It's like writing a note and placing it in a glass bottle, throwing it out into the ocean not thinking that anyone in the vast sea will ever find it.  Yet the thought that perhaps someone, somewhere will pick it up off a sandy shore, wipe off the sea scum and sand, open the cork and find your pleas of hope, sanity, insanity, help.  Your SOS shouting across the miles as the bottle bobbled over the waves and whirled against the thrust of massive rotating ship engine oars, flipping through the hurricanes and night storms, the baking sun and the star light, moon washed sky until it finds its way to dry land, into the hands of a stranger.  It could be next week.  It could be next year or decades in the future.  Writing a blog feels like that message in a bottle.  Just throw it out there into the storms and sundrenched water.  Someone may want to read it.  Or someone may just want to read an album review.