I do need my record collection back. The lion's share of the rock section currently resides in Detroit, part of a five-year trip back from Greenpoint. Listening to 30-second snippets in the iTunes store isn't cutting it.
I honestly don't know where woundup will go from here, folks. I hope to keep it alive a little bit longer. Maybe it was inextricably tied to my last job. That's a good theory if you are given to fatalism. Maybe, like an aging ballplayer, the time for its career to end has arrived. I don't know. I hope to at least have a good reason if I hang it up -- like getting paid to write what I really want. We'll see. Till then, keep stopping by.
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