…George Williams is not Keith Richards, according to sources close to the professor / amateur-musician / former-hack-music journalist. These sources assert that several key pieces of evidence support this claim.

It saddens me to do so, but I’m taking a break from the guitar lessons I started back in September. I intend to keep playing, but the lessons have become one more responsibility for me to worry about. And the original idea for all of this was, in part, that I needed an escape from responsibilities. Lately I’ve been avoiding practice because I wasn’t getting any better at trying to learn “The Wind Cries Mary,” for example. And then I’d feel guilty about coming to the lesson not having improved since the previous week. Not fun.

So after talking it over with my instructor, we agreed that I should take some time off from the lessons for a little while until I get back to feeling comfortable about playing. I need to find my focus, rediscover what it is I want to achieve as an amateur musician, and determine how this outlet for creativity fits in with the rest of my life. Obviously these are significant tasks.

Friggin’ fire alarm. Again. At least this time it was turned off sooner. It could be half as loud and it would still fulfill its purpose.

You know what else was loud, back in the day? H¸sker D¸.

I remember watching the Joan Rivers Show when H¸sker D¸ was on. They were promoting their just-released double album Warehouse: Songs & Stories.

Joan said something like, “I’ve been doing my homework. And I know that you guys don’t write the same angry songs you used to.” Bob Mould responded, “Yeah, well, we’re not seventeen anymore.”

All this by way of telling you that Bob Mould has a blog, now. (Thanks, Geoffrey.)