It’s been a good introductory week — we’ve seen “Biscuits,” background and backstory, Big Baby at the 1, biting (which is really a no-no), a baffling broad and a lamentation on the bastardizing (already in progress) of one of the most singular athletic entities of my lifetime. (Couldn’t keep the alliteration going forever, try as I might.)
Thanks in large part to a pair of monster assists from Toronto’s most Schweppervescent open-run point guard J.E. Skeets, more than 900 people have checked this site out since its launch. What I don’t know about site visits/page views/unique users/etc. could fill six warehouses, but the idea that ANYONE would take a few moments to read the nonsense that rattles around inside my head is phenomenally humbling. (ED. NOTE: As proof of how little I know, that was 900+ PAGE VIEWS, not necessarily 900+ people. Baby steps toward learning. The “phenomenally humbling” part still holds true.) So to those who have been kind enough to click here, I thank you. I hope I’ve wasted your time in exactly the way you’d hoped I would. (And, hey, if you like what you’ve seen, there’s more coming, so please consider subscribing.)
All that said, it’s probably going to be a slow day here at this is the city line. In the interest of not totally sacrificing my full-time job as I scratch the surface of what this site can be (and explore the pure exhilaration of the conceiving/composing/breathlessly-wondering-if-anyone-will-read process), I’m forcing myself to unplug for the remainder of today. There’ll be one in-the-can post up later on — I can feel your steaming hot anticipation through my monitor’s face — and that’s probably going to be it until Monday.
But don’t fret, friends: I’m not leaving you empty-handed. Boston-area radio listeners might already be familiar with Khabarta from his appearances on WBCN’s fine Toucher and Rich program; those of you who enjoy unbridled excellence may know him through other avenues. This is him:
If you have not yet been so blessed, allow me to introduce you to arguably the greatest musical genius of our generation, with the possible exception of Clay Bennett (4:48 mark for the ill realness; gracias, Goat Deini). Listen to samples of his music; check out his YouTube channel; dust off your 2K6 social networking jones and hit his MySpace page for more music and fantastic photos. Feel free to thank me in the comments for the mind-assaulting tunes/videos.
Enjoy what I hope is a lazy, sales-meeting-devoid, smooth-sailing-’til-happy-hour Friday, and have a great weekend.