This post is intended as something of an explanation to those that have emailed me about the demise of Morning Submission over the past several days. I would like to start by saying that I've literally spent nearly three full days reading your emails and I sincerely appreciate each and every one of them. It's incredibly gratifying to know that so many of you listened to us and if I could personally take the time to thank all of you in person I would.

On Tuesday, the 14th of September at 9:45AM, I had something of an epiphany. I wasn't having fun doing the Morning Submission show anymore. It wasn't the fault of anyone in particular, no one that is except me. After all, how many people do you know that get to work with three of their best friends every day? And furthermore, how many people do you know that get to claim that cracking jokes into a microphone for an hour is actually work? Probably not too many in either case.

But there I was, hitting rock bottom with the idea that I wanted to get up every single day and be...whimsical.

Morning Submission was intended to be an extension of what Sabrina and I put together with the Portland Sucks show. Portland Sucks represented the ultimate in freedom for me – I could bitch about something one minute and make fun of something else the next. You could take it seriously, you could take it with a grain of salt, you could take it and dump it in your computers recycle bin – it didn't really matter, the point was that it felt like it occasionally had something to say. Listeners and fans called them "rants", I call it being stuck in my body, in my head, in my city. 

I'm blessed with having the luxury of being able to do what I want, what feels right to me, rather than having to do what I'm told. Sometime last May I lost sight of all of that. After a series of difficult issues in my personal life I started feeling a certain amount of defeat – I quit blogging entirely, I stopped getting involved in the things I believe in, and I ceased to voice my opinion about much of anything at all. I got soft. As a result, Morning Submission never represented the Robert Wagner that I enjoy being, instead it represented the one that can "phone it in" in a semi-competent manner.

I realized after a false start a few weeks ago that I can't go back to Portland Sucks and I can't, or rather don't, feel good about Morning Submission. But what I can do, now that my life is back on track 110% (and it very much fucking is) is start over, so that's what I intend to do.

I invite you, in the most humble way possible, to join us – myself and Sabrina Miller – live at 8:30AM Pacific on PDX.FM.