What is this?
The late great Kurt Vonnegut wrote, “We are here on Earth to fart around, and don’t let anybody tell you different.”
I have no intention of contradicting the great scribe and his words about my purpose in life.
So: this is me, farting around.
Truth told, I miss the salad days of blogging and newsletters. Plus I really missed writing for the hell of it.
So here we are, evoking—as a friend once told me—the old internet vibes.
What should I expect?
A newsletter will be fired out at least twice a month in 2025. Things appear to have largely coalesced around personal essays—either about music, my life, or opinions—as well as some fiction I’m working on. I’ve been hacking away at a novel for a while and intend to inflict it upon the world soon.
I’ll probably plug my band from time to time, but I promise to try and keep that to a tasteful minimum.
There will also be a plethora—a plethora, Jefe—of em dashes.
We’ll see where this goes, eh?
Wait… who are you?
Short version: I co-founded Aloud in Boston back in 2002 with Jen, my special lady friend. I’m also a video editor, because we have bills to pay. My family fled Cuba in the early 60s. I was born, raised, and out of place in Miami. I became a human being in Boston, where I lived for most of my adult life; I tell people I’m from there. I’ve lived in L.A. since 2017.
The long version may be found here.
How come I can’t read any of your posts?
To give myself a modicum of privacy—as well as avoiding the evil eye of AI scrapers and bots—these posts are restricted to subscribers.
The good news is signing up is free for the time being.