Now I Can Walk Without That Painful Bunyan: Finally finished John Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress, Part Two, which is to Part One what the New Monkees were to the Monkees. Now I can return it to the library and start on something else. The only reason I plodded through it at all was because I'm a completist, and I couldn't believe that the author of something as inspired as the first Pilgrim's Progress could possibly write something so turgid. (It did have one redeeming passage, which I've duly noted.)
The Dawn Payroll: Last night I wrote to a fellow blogger whose page had come up on Google while I searched for Nilsson-related info. It was a nice e-mail complimenting his blog and suggesting he read my Al Kooper posts, as I thought any Nilsson fan would probably appreciate Al Kooper too.
The guy wrote back saying that he never heard from his readers, and that he was happy to hear from me until he read one of my Kooper posts, in which I said I'd done publicity for the 2001 World Trade Center oldies concert series. Ah, so that's it, he thought—I must be a rock publicist using my blog to draw attention to my clients! That's why I cared enough about his Weblog to want him to read the relevant posts on mine.
I swear I'm not making this up. The poor man.
I was actually quite angry when I first read the accusation, but it just seems silly now. Moreover, since I so rarely hear from any Dawn Patrol readers beyond my circle of friends—and I believe that circle makes up less than half of the blog's readership—I can relate to the man's disbelief that anyone would write to him without an ulterior motive.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to figure out how to get John Carter, the Mets, Paul Petersen, and, of course, Mom to pay me retroactively for all this free publicity I've been giving them...
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