As the year teeters to an end, and I gear up for conspicuous holiday food consumption, I look back on this millenial beginning and am prompted to say: Hunh? The Y2K hysteria is a distant memory, a mere blip that only resurfaces when I peruse the heaps of Y2K caps and t-shirts wasting away in Goodwill and 99cent stores. We left that crisis in a hurry and have replaced it with Recount Envy. At first it was amusing, then it was irritating. Most of all, it’s hard to get worked up to fanatical zeal over these two guys. The best proposal I heard was to lock Gore & Bush in a room with Elian Gonzalez. Whoever the boy runs to becomes president. Either that or nude jello wrestling in a neutral strip club. Actually if that were the criteria for getting elected, I would run for president myself… It’s all a moot point now.
So, on to less national concerns. I’m still figuring out what having a website is supposed to mean. I’m open to suggestions. As of now it’s like having my name in the phonebook, somewhat less than a seething nerve center of cultural activity. But I’m changing all that. I’ll be adding more pictures, and then maybe smell-o-vision. In the meantime this rant will have to do.

My calendar is mostly a duplicate of the Seth Walker Band calendar, since most of my gigs are with da boys. You can find that at www.sethwalker.com. In the year 2001 I will be adding other interesting calendar dates as they come up. We will be touring the midwest for much of January, something I look forward to with mixed feelings: I’ve grown soft after 18 years in Texas. The thought of 5 ft. snowdrifts and -30 degree wind chill factors doesn’t make me as nostalgic as it used to. But the nomad in me misses the road, so I gotta go.

Stay warm out there and happy holidays.