Hey, you in the Feed Reader, we're all in full mourning out here.
Steven Page has left BNL to pursue a solo career. I am morose. I am morose because I strongly suspect he will begin his solo career by banging his 27 year old girlfriend. I understand that touring is a relationship-killer, and the guy's in love, and a new album and a summer tour wouldn't be perfect this year.
But, that is just conjecture, and it seems from interviews that he is leaving to have a career as the voice of Babar the elephant, doing another solo CD, some work with classical musicians, some work with theater in England doing scores for their productions.
I was thinking today, bah, I bet anything he ducks under the radar and never has to make eye contact with a stranger again, even haughty hostile eye contact (or, as I like to think of it, a long, hard, penetrating look). I had read he was initially baffled as to what his fans wanted from him, and I didn't quite understand that until I heard one fan on the cruise cry out a garbled string of compliments that ended with "befitting the GOD THAT YOU ARE!" (And I just briefly considered putting two exclamation points there, that's how over the top it was.)
So I was formulating a new life for him (as you do) sans fawning pawing strangers and exhausting concerts and I thought, "He should be a writer." Not necessarily a songwriter, but write a novel or a book of poetry. I think if I had a novel every four years plus old BNL concerts on YouTube, I'd be good.
Oddly, then I scanned the message boards and found a link to his new blog. So, you'd think that would cheer me up, hearing posts about American politics and random grumblings, but I think it might turn into the Steven Page infomercial, nothing but tour dates in England, Canada and the Upper Northwest.
Sigh. The heavy mourning will lie over my blog until the weekend. Then I shall square my shoulders and soldier on.