June 30, 2013


I saw longtime TLG reader, author James Kennedy, at the ALA yesterday and he was like "You really haven't been updating the blog lately." I had several excuses, but the main one remains--All my writing time goes to this business below, all my big ideas and ruminations lost in a cloud of not enough sleep and dawn waking children and that there is never enough time to read and take notes. Though I doubt JG Ballard never used that as an excuse. I have not been digging into an serious tomes, just barely keeping up with New Yorkers and been staying up late with this shit hot Donald Fagen essay/memoirish galley and I have to say, it really makes me love him more. Maybe one day, when the kids are older Joan Hiller and I will make our Steely Dan fanzine (Or "Danzine") which I hope to both write and illustrate. Look for it on Kickstarter circa 2015. ON WITH THE NEWS:

The Courtney's interview for Rookie. They are kind of my new favorite thing this year. In a year of many favorite things, so many that I never have time to really settle in on one favorite.

I reviewed the-drum's debut album. They are just kids, and yet they are totally up in the Vangelis already. It's good, though, real good.

My oral history of Exile in Guyville was a real pleasure. It took me a few days to hunt down Liz, that was the only real hurdle. She's label-less, PR free, out in the ether. And then I found her. No understatement, she is literally and actually the most vivacious person I have ever interviewed. All charm, great conversationalist, so lucid and chatty. In some of the interviews, people touched on that. That they loved getting a lil' drunk and holding court with her at the 'Bo. Some of the people I interviewed, their bits din't make it in because they were basically exactly the sort of dudes she was up against back in the day, barely charitable, real WTF is this girl from the 'burbs singing bout her vagina for? No less than 4 different people insisting they turned her on to Matador. Other dudes talking about how they played this record or that record for her and oh she thought it was so cool (1-2 of these made it in) and then her talking about how she always played being more pliant and attentive and dudes were always just going on and on and I said to her "Like, mansplaining." And I swear, she laughed for a minute straight and then immediately started using it for the rest of the interview. I felt like I had done some sort of cosmic duty, the irony being that Guyville gave us all this kind of new language about what laid beneath--what was in our girl hearts and minds amid all those nights of stereo-side mansplanation, of playing pliant and being difficult, acknowledging our genius. My favorite part of the whole thing, aside from the last thing she is says is when she talks about bringing dudes home from the bar and letting them kind of brag about their band and then slipping on Guyville session tapes and being like "Oh I am making a record too," kind of coy and just shutting them up because it was fucking awesomer than whatever Jesus Lizard twostep their band was faking. I may or not have silently fist pumped while she told me that story.

Alternately, I talked to to Laura Mvula, who was sweet and humble and then also got to review her beautiful record that I love so much I interviewed Questlove for Rolling Stone and left out the 10 minutes where we discussed The Jets, Minneapolis 80's pop family band. Saving that part for my deconstructed memoir.

There is a bunch of other stuff I am forgetting. catch up on Fan Landers here nothing too super scandy in recent weeks. The one about getting into the rap game is kinda funny, because everyone answered it pretty seriously and straight ahead.

I have some stuff in the last two issues of Nylon. I wrote a thing about putting on your own shows for the DIY issue which I think just came off the news-stand. I misunderstood the assignment email, which say 7-8 tips, 300 words. It was supposed to be 300 words total, not 8 tips at 300 words each, so my copy was 1500 words over. My ever-polite editor never said a thing, and I laugh out loud with mortification every time I think about what she must have thought when she opened it and saw the piece was 5 times longer than she assigned. My next piece which is out in August is my first-ever movie star profile piece, and as a total right of passage I described the bar where we were and what he ordered and how it reflected on him in the lede, as is de rigueur in pieces about starlets and their salads/truffle fries. I do not profile non-musicians most ever, especially not since Chicago Reader heyday when I could write about 200 year old turtles on tour and those monks with a podcast. I don't know if anyone gets to write those stories for anyone ever anymore.

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