E SCHUBERT SPELLED BACKWARDS IS TREBUHS

E SCUBERT SPELLED BACKWARDS IS TREBUHCS--WOULD HE HAVE MADE IT?

I HAVE BEEN WAITING A LONG TIME TO EDIT THIS POST BECAUSE I LOVE SCHUBERT SO MUCH. I HOPE IT IS NOT A PIECE OF SHIT. A snowly morning, Schubert on the radio. That's all the reality you get. If Schubert were blog-composing, would he just string together a bunch of interesting riffs, sort of low rent impromptus? Schubert was not capable of writing anything less than beautiful so it's hard to imagine him just stringing together arbitrary clusters of notes without sneaking something heavenly inTO them. Which does not bring us to the subject of whether or not LA is really a diary in disguise. MAY WE HAVE A NON-SEQUITUR, PLEASE? The writer of LA does have a life of sorts but if it were a true dynamic life would he be wasting time wasting time? Or does LA have so much dynamism in his real life he must resort to something like this to calm down his life force.THERE IS SOME CONFUSION AT THIS POINT IN THE BLOG BETWEEN LA, THE BLOG, A TITLE WHICH WILL PRESENTLY CHANGE AND LA, THE WRITER. ITY DOESN'T REALLY MATTER. His friends say he's vibrating too much. So he takes out a mirror, stares at it and starts to write. Is LA a happy or sad enterprise-- regardless of the the lack of content. Is it a collosal waste of whatever life force the perpetrator has or is it the deepest philosophical introspection he is capable of? Or PERHAPS a large metallic object from Pluto. Why does LA ask rhetorical questions when he knows there will be no rhetorical answers? Is it because LA is really masking a story about a man who writes a blog with no subject and when it is read carefully it has a beginning, a middle, an end and some French Toast in the middle for good measure. GOD, PLEASE NOT AGAIN !!!Are any of these questions of any interest to anyone but LA and his alleged two readers? Truth, LA knows,(HE'S SO SMART) always comes in strange bottles. LA also knows his intent and inner feelings as he writes this. He knows it comes from as good a place as there is in him (NOT GOOD ENOUGH0 and he is being as honest as he is capable of being (NOT HONEST ENOUGH). Is that enough? (IT'S ENOUGH ENOUGHS) Enough to get three million of Ashton Kutcher's tweet followers. Hardly. Enough to get a couple of sickies. But this does not deter LA. He knows that in the eternal scheme of things (WHICH HE WILL JOIN ONE DAY--BE PATIENT),that he will apologize for doing many things but writing LA is not one of them. (TELL US THE THINGS HE WILL APOLOGIZE FOR, ESPECIALLY THE SLEAZY ONES)Which brings us back to Schubert, but only because this is the end of the post and it seems nice to have some symmetry. Schubert didn't know he was immortal. He knew he was exposing the beauty in his soul, which turned out centuries later to be so unique that immortality came with it. And the humility of Schubert in his doling out of the beauty-- unlike Beethoven the egoist. Oh dear, we are getting much too subject driven now and the symmetry is blown. A demain (or is it domain or domaine or demented?) (THE SHEER AUDACITY OF INCLUDING SCHUBERT AND BEETHOVEN IN THIS PIECE OF SHIT IS EVEN BENEATH SARCASM. GROW UP, DUDE. OR DIE. DO SOMETHING. BU YOU CANNOT INFLICT THIS EVEN ON THREE FOLLOWERS UNLESS YOU HATE THEM. SCHUBERT, MY ASS. HOW ABOUT PICASSO?)