If we're connected on social media, then most likely you saw the major announcement I made there yesterday. If not, this is no April Fool's Day gag: National Sawdust Log ceased operation on March 31, a victim of perilous times.
Whether this will prove to be a temporary hiatus for the publication or a new permanent reality is anyone's guess; what's certain is that my full-time position with the institution has ended, and I am without employment for the first time since July 1997, when I parted ways with the Knitting Factory—another scrappy, visionary, and underfunded incubator for musical creation, I've just realized as I typed this.
Employment prospects are not especially promising right this minute, to say the least, and we all have more important matters on our minds right now, anyway. But I'm not going to give in to panic or despair. I've got plenty left to say and do, and I'll find the ways to say and do them, one way or another. Right now it might feel as thought we're living in some low-budget 1970s science fiction/horror movie, but one day we'll be together again, and when the time comes, the mission of documenting the music we make in public places will resume.
Stay tuned, and keep in touch.
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