Archive for September, 2009

“Xanadu” (abbreviated)

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

Before tonight, the best three-piece live performance i had seen happened on 7 November, 1991. And it was Rush, so three heroic Canadians so long as we’re not counting the CG skeleton that mouthed the “Jack, relax…” portions on the jumboscreen during the title track. Or the fucking lazers and smoke. Or Neil Peart’s thousand toms. Three men and six million Missourians at least, plus all of our cars.

But then tonight i go and see Death perform at the Bottle, and when they were three they were unstoppable, they were geniuses, they cut pieces out of the air and we cried for more. They played most (all. all i think.) of  the album everyone loves including me. They smiled and reveled. They made today’s sad narrow cool bands look like mopey children. They were not too cool for anything, even smiling and being nice. They were dramatic and my ears are ringing and i even respect them for morphing into a five-piece and playing reggae there. I also appreciate the freedom we have to leave a concert or party whenever we so choose, either by claiming bathroom trip or saying overt goodbye or foregoing any word at all,  not even a wave.

Do you know who opened for Rush on that tour? If memory is worth anything, it was Mr. Big. My first ever concert experience, tiny large-headed wee little barely teenaged me. Meaning Mr. Big was the first band I ever wished would just hurry the shit up…even when they played that song of theirs, because even then I was too cool to sing along, clap hands over my head. I’m the one who wants to. Deep inside I hope you. I was thirteen thank you and in no place for Mr. Big. I should have clapped and sung.

Streamer

Monday, September 21st, 2009

Swallowing eggs and farmer’s’ market overpriced bread (I swear not only did the price go up but the loaf got smaller) as we speak, preparing to hope into the car and drive to Iowa City. Very very grateful to have a chance to read at the beloved Prairie Lights Books tonight at 7:00. Anyone interested is invited to stream the reading live, either by navigating through the previous link and its advice, or (I think?) by going directly here, but only when the hour comes. So, not before. Too long afterward, probably not either. Your best bet is go to that link at 7:00 or soon thereafter. I’ll read from The Slide and answer questions and probably say things I shouldn’t, because anytime you put a mic in my face I just about lose it.

Logan Square

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Evening.

You know, I don’t mean to be rude.

It’s okay. That happens to me all the time.

Yeah I think they probably put the fence there because they don’t want your dog peeing on the grass.

If that’s what they want they should get a much taller fence. The dog stepped right over it.

That’s why it’s rude. What you’re doing is rude.

What I’m doing? Standing here? I was standing here and said hello and you said you didn’t want to be rude.

You’re letting him pee.

She’s done now. All done.

Have a little respect for the neighborhood. I’ve been here for over a year now and some of you guys have no interest in what’s going on.

You’re asking too much out of my dog. She remembers a time before they put up the mini fence. Look she likes you. Or whatever smell you got on them tight denims.

You know why the fence is there. You’re being a jerk.

You’re a thin man. And tall. People could call you slight but you’re too tall for that.


Captain Booyah

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

And so, the Beauty and the Beast episodes of Epicly Later’d come to an end, the SAIC school year comes to a start. I’ve completely forgotten how to ride a skateboard but remembered how to ride my bike. Call it a draw.

But! Happy to share my participation in two very different but coincidentally great goings on. First is the Texas Book Festival, where my little name finds itself (quiet and big-eyed) among an outrageous list of known important impressive names. It’s going to be an Austin Halloween, which means Odie and Maggie and Lefty and June, greatest hosts alive. Plus Lone Stars and river walks and Merle Haggard and saying hello to Amelia Gray and food great food and pillow drool and morning Tylenol and hopefully nothing too terribly foolish.

Second news is Featherproof Book’s Triple Quick iPhone app, which everyone alive seems to be talking about (both in the real world and on the internet), will feature my 333 word story, “Rivalry”, when it debuts this fall. I’ve been happy to call Jonathan and Zach buddies ever since they published “So Little Impression” back in…2006? So point is, if you have an iPhone, which surely you do because you’re no fool (I’m a fool), purchase the app when it HATCHES very soon.