This may shock some of our loyal readers but it’s true: we look at our site stats. WordPress keeps track of our visitors, of where they come from, and of the posts that interest them. I write and Kat works a camera because we need a better record of where we went and what we did rather than to simply trust our poor old filled-up brains. Humans like to create, and it seems the written word is my only art-form. The third reason is equally true: I crave your validation.
There is a difference between approval and validation. The first one means I’m saying what you want to hear. The latter means, one way or another, I have stirred you up, struck a nerve, or found a chord in your Key of Life*, giving me another reason to keep writing. That, along with our personal histories, well-crafted sentences, and cohesive essays, are my goals in writing.
140 of our followers do so on Facebook yet it’s impossible to tell who you are. “Follower” somehow feels demeaning to the reader and to us. Kat and I are humble people who run the road and happen to create this blog. We tell stories of the things we see and experience on that road. We like the term “reader”. But Facebook is a demanding universe. I may be wrong about that, for I don’t really do Facebook. Our Webmaster built a link to it using an account I set up a decade ago, before I realized they wanted my picture. People post Likes and whatnot that go to that account. I checked my Facebook page a few days ago and found more entries than I could reply to in a week. 140 “followers”, wow!
My old band buddy Jimmy Hall is in there, and again, I don’t know who follows or doesn’t. Billy “Commode” Malone is there too, and Bill was a much better trumpeter than I or James. Mary Ann Childress is there too. She has always been a looker, but I remember her most for being called on stage at a name band concert at Louisiana Tech around 1968 – was it Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels? – where she belted out a solid, heartfelt, absolutely on-pitch stanza of Wilbert Harrison’s Kansas City. I guess you never forget the lessons learned from Bob Ferrington in The Rebel Choir. And yo, I still love all of you, but there’s so much catching up to do, I don’t really know you anymore, if ever I did. High school is a crucible that squeezes out the worst in everyone. Maybe we were actors on a big stage trying to get by on improv. But it just didn’t feel like acting, did it?
Here’s the original version of Kansas City. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9mi9a0BholM
Kat says, “Oh, it’s only Facebook. Ignore the negative and trivial, hit Like only if you really like it, and if it’s way beyond Like, then maybe say something.”
My days are full. There’s more on Facebook than I can read, let alone reply to thoughtfully. Nonetheless, I am thrilled that now and then you read our little blog and hope you will continue to do so. My point is, I’m just not a Facebook guy. If you want to hit me with a comment – positive or painful – please post it on the blog site. Here’s the link:
And as always, thank you for reading.
*Apologies and thanks to Stevie Wonder for his Wonderful album with that title.