I know you've all been sitting by your computer speakers around the clock waiting for the moment I would upstage the Beatles with my musical project. Well, I'm afraid you will be waiting even longer, perhaps to infinity, as I'm getting burned out on this. Here's more on the non-progress of my musical venture.

Shortly after I wrote my last post about the Tommy Tutone-like singer I had found who hadn't responded to my e-mails in two months, I wrote again with the heading "Final attempt at communication." I asked his whereabouts and said if he wasn't interested in the project after all that was fine, I would go with one of my runner-up choices. He replied he was "more than interested," but his fiancé had him on "lockdown" because he didn't have a job. Wow, this guy must be a real musician! He sent his number and told me to give him a call.

So I called and left a message. It went unreplied to. Fearing maybe I had misdialed I sent a follow-up e-mail saying I had called and left a message. He wrote back that he had gotten it, and he was working on convincing his fiancé to let us get together with acoustic guitars to flesh out ideas (I thought my ideas were already fleshed, but okay). Saturday came and went, along with a few tornadoes, but I never heard from this guy. So fuck that. Too bad, because he was really good.

Now I've written to my first runner-up and he said he also liked the stuff, and he and his girlfriend were working on it (and his girlfriend? Exsqueeze me? Bacon powder?) That was a couple of weeks ago, and no offer of news from this cat, either.

Group projects generally suck. This blog is probably the best outlet I'll ever have, as it costs nothing to produce and requires the cooperation of no one but me. That's why it has hundreds of readers and I was able to quit my day job years ago.

Not really. So I sit ruing the fact that all this Internet potential sits on my desktop unexploited. A couple of weeks ago, inspired by an encounter with Southside Steve, I created the Art's Bar & Grill YouTube page. I'd like to be able to say I had a load of videos up there, but I don't. Bishop Manning may have inspired me, though. Who needs people? I can get a tripod!

I also made a YouTube page for my musical venture, with the fantasy that my partner and I would get some aspiring Ingmar Bergman from the Atlanta College of Art to direct a video, with college-age floosies dancing about us as we did our best David Lee Roth impersonations. Looks like that ain't gonna happen, though. Not this week.

Yep, group projects are lame.