I don’t know what people are expecting, but when they still ask for my opinion on their new music, I hope they realize I meant what I said. I may not always be able to accommodate them, or in the way I used to.
The review might be one line. Or a diatribe, Dear Diary style. It all depends on what the music provokes in me.
That applies to everything, though, doesn’t it?
It’s not a cop-out. As I get older, I’m almost 60, it gets harder to hold onto or pinpoint a relevant thought, much less follow through Expository Writing 101. There’s just too much going on around me and in my head.
Plus, my eyesight can only hold out for about an hour. Then, I’m trying to see the road ahead of me through a quickly descending fog.
I’ll try. That’s half the battle.