dad has a blog?

I didn't even know he knew how to work a computer. Just kidding, but really, my dad has never been particularly tech-savvy. I believe it was my mother who suggested the revolutionary notion to my father, and I knew he had been reluctant to do it for a while. But he's finally started, and regularly updating it - that is, when under the watchful eye of Mother Futterman.

My dad is a freelance music writer - mostly for jazz. He used to work full time for Barnes and Noble.com, until he got laid off one or two years ago. Since then, my mother has been attempting to "put him out there" in order for magazines and up-and-coming musicians to find him on the internet. It was only until recently that I ventured to check out his blog, "Can You Tell Me A Story?". I had asked him why it was called this and he said it had something to do with jazz, and that I would have to read his blog to know. Frankly, I had no interest in reading about a genre that I had next to no interest about. But this week, I skimmed over his posts and found that he truly was a great bloggist.

But for some reason I found it slightly embarrassing to read his writing...he sounded different on the internet. Not bad or anything...just more eloquent, and he sounded so much more learned in the subject of music. I felt almost like I was violating his diary, and i quickly logged out.

I'm proud of my father for adapting to the world of bloggists so quickly. I love that he is getting exited about his blog and putting his talent out there. But I'm apprehensive about seeing the bloggy side of him. Blogs give us this whole new freedom to adopt a new voice and a new personality, and to me, that freedom is frightening. I wonder if I scare people on my blog.

http://canyoutellmeastory.blogspot.com/