So we’re pregnant.
No, it wasn’t expected. And I must confess up until this exact moment in my life I would’ve resisited. But She Who Will Not Be Named (in DP publications, anyhow) is of that certain age and I’m of a certain state of mind (I adore that woman) so there it (or he or she) is.
Coincidentally, Degenerate Press would turn 18 in a few months so it’s time we kicked it out of the house. I don’t have time (or money) for two children. Yeah yeah, some of you parents like to think you’re still party animals – but you’re not. I can barely get to a show a week now. I’m having a hard time grappling with what life will be like in a few months. And I’d rather freeze Degenerate Press as a young teenager than watch it age poorly with me. (And I’d rather burn it down than pass the torch. I’m stubborn that way.)
I’ll stick it out with Pangenre, however, so the Vegas Apocalypse blog will continue (it’s already written through the grandé finalé anyhow, so I just have to keep posting.) Pangenre might actually produce something profitable, whereas Degenerate Press is like a boat or a classic car – a hole into which money is poured.
Just because I’m packing it in doesn’t mean you shouldn’t get out there and see some local music. There are some great shows coming up so check out the Prophesy page while it’s still fresh.
I’d write about how much fun I’ve had with DP but right now I’m focused on other things. Hey, that’s why I’m stopping in the first place – too busy regenerating to degenerate, recreating to create, reproducing to produce… (OK, I’ll stop.)
Yours truly,
Former Degenerate FN, AKA Groucho, AKA Dictator, AKA Editor, AKA Frederick Noble
p.s. New facebook profile, postal and email addresses coming soon.
April Fools suckas’s….