I am so saddened by all of this.

I've tried to ignore the crap that has exploded onto the scene slowly and inexorably, but it's getting harder and harder. When a gathering is taken over by people with no manners, and with only their own selfish entertainment at heart, and only their base needs to fulfill greedily, it's time to go home.

I saw a good analogy up there somewhere about a storefront: good point. I used to recommend Mudcat often to musician friends. No more. How would they find anything of worth? Why would they bother to try?

One waits for one's host to clear the room, or call the police, but eventually, you head out the door and hope to meet up with some of the people you enjoyed at another time and place.

I have no lofty illusions about my own value to the community of Mudcat, but grew to love it, and many of you, and felt at home. But now I just feel uncomfortable, and wanting to move on. Doesn't this sound like one of those Dear John postings we've seen over time? As in, "please beg me to come back"? You know that's not what I mean. Just want you to know that here's one person who mostly doesn't bother to come around anymore.

Max, I hope you have the will to clean house. You know I'll do anything in my power to help and support the effort.

Dani