You may have noticed last month’s issue of Syncopated Times being perhaps a little lighter in weight. Perhaps you felt like the last edition had a little more journalistic substance than usual, or perhaps you just enjoyed it a little more than normal, without being about to put your finger on why.
Perhaps I can explain this phenomenon by directing your attention to this column, or more specifically, the lack of this column, which was missing from last month’s edition. That’s right, I forgot to write one.
If Andy Senior had his wits about him, I would hope this vast void was filled with a half page ad of Professor Cunningham’s latest album, or perhaps a greatest hits of my funniest gags from previous columns (hmm...that might need some pictures to flesh it out a bit).
Nevertheless, I’m back. And I’m spending most of this month’s column telling you just that.
What was I doing that was so much more important than entertaining you with my prose?
Well, the short answer to your question: I was in Europe. On tour in fact. In Italy, Belgium, Netherlands, Denmark, and Germany. Not really a great excuse for forgetting to submit an article, considering this column is written on a smartphone and emailed in. I could have come up with something a little more excuse-like. The dog ate my column is a stalwart favorite (you gotta appreciate the classics), although somewhat
