Today is when many of us make New Year’s resolutions, intentions to change our behaviors for purposes of improvements in the days, weeks, and months to come.
A new year engenders the idea that we should have a new commitment, a fresh new sense of advancement and idealism.
So we quit smoking. Start a diet. Give up on expensive beverages at Starbucks.
Then, around 3 pm on January 2nd, reality kicks in. Although we have “quit” smoking, we find ourselves feverishly ripping the foil off of a pack of Camels, rather than the Winstons we typically buy, thereby making up for lost nicotine. We somehow end up at the Hostess Outlet Store, stocking up on boxes of nearly expired but nonetheless tasty Twinkies. We’re then at the counter of Starbucks, not just upsizing the double mocha with extra whipped cream and raspberry topping from a grande to a venti, but actually buying two, even though we are (1) alone and (2) not particularly thirsty.
So in light of this, we at GloNo have a request to make of you loyal readers:
Please resolve to tell no one about Glorious Noise.
That’s right, become mute. Tomb-like. Keep it a secret between you and we.
Sure, we know that you probably enjoy sharing some of the observations that you find here on a decreasingly irregular basis, the cracks, critiques and occasional kudos related to people in and around the Music Industry. But as you ring in the New Year tonight (and remember when discharging a handgun toward Jupiter that whatever goes up must come down, so why don’t you skip that and simply deploy some of those unlistened-to CDs that your parents and well-meaning coworkers bought you for Christmas, instead), resolve to tell no one.
You see, we’re trying to figure out how to get more people to visit, so we figure that with this approach we might make the server strain a circuit by about 7 pm on the 2nd (by then, most hangovers should be dispersed).
One more thing: We would like to remind you that if you drink, don’t tell your friends what you really think about their music collection.