08.11
As most visitors are probably aware, Crimson is about to set off into the front line. Why "front line"? Why a metaphor for battle? Perhaps a cursory overview of fan & enthusiast commentary below might make the answer apparent.
Hooray! I've spoken to Toyah who is currently in Edinburgh, and en route to Glasgow.
When the Guestbook was launched, I undertook to read all the postings. Formally, this is notice that I am ceasing to accept this obligation, and for several reasons.
Going online outside America is not as easy as we might believe it to be. It is often possible, sometimes impossible, frequently time & energy consuming.
Increasingly, I am being asked questions which lack the bite of necessity. If I engage, these pull me to the earth and its chambers below. Basement questions & commentaries are endless: there is no-one at home to hear the answers, so the same questions continue. Many of my existing responses are, in any case, already applicable.
Increasingly, questions are appearing which do address "real" issues. This is not the place for me to properly respond, unless I become an online Agony Uncle or counsellor.
Musical thinking is very different to verbal-intellectual thinking. Plugging in to commentaries, even considered commentaries, activates the other side of my head.
This does not imply that I shall not visit the Guestbook, although that may be so; nor that my responses will end, although they may. Meanwhile, there are some more responses to the Guestbook & ET yet to be made, mainly in preparation for the American tour.
