THE VOICE OF ENERGY VOL. 069
Hello, premium subscribers. Coming to you, once again, from my neighborhood tire store as I wait for the car to get serviced. The smell of vulcanized rubber is giving me a headache but at least they're showing the Australian Open on the TV rather than political programming or Rachael Ray.
Plodding along as usual with nothing terribly exciting to report. Have finished two books on the way to my 40 for 2022 goal. The latest was Phil Freeman's Ugly Beauty, which I will be reviewing for this newsletter on Friday. Spoiler alert: it ain't good. DJed last night and decided, for once and for all, that I'm going to stop doing that work unless it's a gig I can't say no to for money reasons or because I'm spinning in between artists at a great show. My general experience of playing records at bars is: no one gives a shit. Unless they're your friends, the barflys couldn't care less about what's on the PA. And the money ain't great. Is this what maturity looks like?