Well, anyway. I thought I'd try something new. Mainly because I've got zero ability to muster up an essay about some junk I got at the dollar store (it's some seriously rad junk, I'll get back to it as soon as I can) but it's also an experiment in internetting. A legitimate test in surfing webbing web surf.
Okay, whenever I google myself (don't judge) all sorts of Calabrese crud comes up. This is good, although, it's usually a tie between a bunch of chubby Italians and pictures of me circa seven years ago. But currently, most of the time, pictures from this blog pops up. It's everything from hastily taken Star Wars toys to pints of beer in Tucson. This is fun and all, but I figure I'd try something new. If there's any way to tip the scales and even the odds when it comes to what's being shown on the first page of google, I'm gonna test it out. I'd rather pump up the web full of my face, if it's at all possible. You may call it narcissistic, I call it good promo. We recently played San Francisco with Strung Out, and a good buddy, Alan Snodgrass, took some rad photos of us, so here's what I'm going to do:
I'm going to post some of those photos.
Boring? Yeah, totally. The thinking is that not only will I knock out a decent sized blog (quantity over quality!) but maybe I'll finally be able to clog up the web's search engines with more than toys and booze when associating with my name. Next time you search Calabrese, you can forget about the Anthony Bourdain tributes...say hello to sweaty, God-like live shots!