The feller who started Substack1 wrote an essay last week which contained the line:
“The cowboy poet can ride again.”
I felt kinda seen.
here’s a link to his piece:
I, singing cowboy/poet Faux Jean,started this Substack just before the pandemic kicked in, while I was still living in Madison, Wisconsin.
At that time, one of my coworkers at a restaurant called Graze, a kid named Anthony Siraguse, asked if I wanted to sign up to his newsletter.
He was a stand-up comedian with his own newsletter, which he hosted on the Mailchimp-adjacent platform “Tiny Letter,” which has now been sunsetted, like so much speech.
I liked the visual aesthetic and the casual nature of his tiny letter, though his love of the Denver Broncos was off-putting.
I thought, “Wow, this kid is sharing ideas and asking people to sign up to receive these ideas (random thoughts?) via his ‘Piping hot content newsletter’ on the regular. I should do something like that instead of fretting about when I might find the time to properly record and release another full-length album!”
A place to share poetry, songs, and silly ideas about Toyota Camry drivers (see above video).
Kind of like sending out post cards for Steel Shank, except I don’t have to pay for/lick stamps or go to the post office and Kinko’s.
Strangely, I kind of miss those spaces.
And I hated going the post office.
I remain your humble servant,
OX&C,
Faux Jean
Hamish McKenzie is his name.
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