“Closing Time” by Semisonic | If I was just a little more in tune with the 1990s, I would’ve written an anniversary post for this one. This song – perhaps one of the decade’s most iconic, at a time when being in a band that got played on pop stations didn’t require you to be a teenager – turned twenty years old last year, and in fact, twenty-one years old a couple of weeks back. But then, to be fair, I only really connected with this song a couple of years ago, perhaps because of that last line, and the added poignancy of Dan Wilson realizing, halfway through writing this song, that he’s also writing about births, his girlfriend (now wife) being pregnant at the time. And I’m writing about this song now because it feels incredibly apt. After seven years (our birthday was this Saturday, actually) it’s time to wind things down. earthings! is closing in three weeks’ time.
It’s long overdue, if I’m being honest. If you’ve been reading my entries in recent months you would’ve noticed me talking a lot about how I’ve been incredibly busy lately at work. Well, that, and I have long realized this thing is more of a chore than a hobby now. I’ve been writing for more than half of my life – I’ve always dreamed of being a writer, and arguably I am that – but it is possible to fall out of love with it, or at least a particular segment of it. I don’t think it’s right to continue if my heart isn’t that into it anymore.
But then, it’s a shame, isn’t it? Forgive me for bloviating, but I’d like to think I’ve changed a few things in the time I’ve been doing this blog, although I did not set out to do that. This thing reads like it’s punching above its weight but it’s deliberately keeping itself low-key. (“Why are you not on Facebook?” is a question I was asked often.) In recent years, when we’ve gotten a little more serious with covering local music – with the caveat that we don’t have to go to gigs, instead focusing on album reviews – I’ll admit I felt like I’ve made some sort of difference.
But then I have to remind myself that, one, this is a writing exercise gone wrong, and two, that this is really a hobby that I do on my free time, and that apart from occasional kudos, I don’t really get anything else from this. Not that everything you do should be for money, but considering how I’ve not been in the best points lately, it’s time for something to go. (That, and I have been thinking about this for over a year now. Ask Shalla.)
So, here’s what we’ll do: not much. We’ll still post regularly for the next three weeks – we still have an edition of the Local Outsider, the final one, coming this Thursday – but there’ll be a bit more remembering in these pages, and on our Twitter account, until we finally switch off the lights on 11 April. It all depends on whether I will have time at all to get anything done.
That said, I have never properly closed a blog in my entire life. So, again, forgive me if this gets mawky. But early on, I’d like to thank all of you who have been part of this whole thing – whether you’ve read this, written for this, or perhaps got in touch and became good friends of ours – for the past seven years, and we hope you stick around for the next few weeks. (Proper thank yous closer to the date.) I can’t promise we’ve prepared some really special things, but, hey, again, first-timer here. [NB]