Does the world need another music blog? The answer to that tiny question is obvious, but also (as it turns out) irrelevant. Skipping out on doing a thing, based on the idea that no one cares if you do that thing is a logical, bottomless cop-out. The enthusiasm of youth drove me toward punk music, and everything surrounding it. Such is adolescence in a boring town, during an uneventful American decade: it was sports, drugs, or ‘other’ and I’m grateful to have chosen correctly. I never remember wasting time wondering if my contribution would matter to anyone. The momentum and energy from youthful curiosity was addictive, powerful and (lucky for me) automatic. A desire to be involved in this thing took on many forms, though the niche of zine publishing was deepest. Lacking the confidence (or delusion) of a future as a great writer or graphic designer, I spent more energy cracking the code of publishing and self-financing. The result was a mountain of pro forma record reviews and band interviews, but a black belt in the logistics of bulk mail permits and newsprint quantity discounts. Of the internet's earliest casualties, CDs and black and white newsprint were high on the list. With it went my means of production: fewer mid-sized record labels existed to send me $100 every three months and fewer people sought information off floors near record store entryways. I trudged along for a while, self-publishing for the sake of involvement in a thing I still loved. Then, what followed was a decade of life getting in the way, but also a vague, persistent desire to write about music again. My old crutch of focusing on the nuts and bolts was gone. Most printed information about art and almost all recorded music is packaged and sold as souvenirs. Publishing itself is mostly screaming into a void online, but it’s also free and essentially automatic. Even as my…