[LitCrawl] We rocked the HOUSE, yo!
LitCrawl? Frickin' ROCKED.
Not sure what Amnesia's capacity is, but we packed it, SRO. Maybe 150 people or so? I talked about the series, showed off Rock and Roll Never Forgets - and then read the scene from While My Guitar Gently Weeps, JP and the borrowed Zemaitis and Mac and recording "Liplock" in the basement studio with the Bombardiers. A song about oral sex, what's not to love?
Wonderful readings from everyone - for me, Denise Sullivan and Blag Dahlia were serious standouts. Scaling the stage with the MS shakes was interesting, to say the least. Oh, and Johnny Strike had a HOTT like a HOTT THING guitar player with him. Said guitarist let me play his axe, a black featherweight Yamaha electric that quacked like a Strat.
In a genuine R&R moment, Jack Boulware (the festival organiser) told me on the QT that there was an afterparty, told me where, and let me know that I was on the guest list, plus one. Queueing up for it with Kathi Kamen Goldmark and her companion, I noticed that people were waving little black Litquake invitations. Hmmm, thought I, and I was right: my name wasn't there. I pretty much burst out laughing, because it was shades of Bill Graham and FM Productions, thirty years later. They let me in anyway, and the party was a bit too loud and claustrophobic for me, but I was glad I got in, and much gladder I got to read with, and for, such thoroughly awesome people.
Brought down the house. Totally going to hope Jack Bouleware invites me back.
Not sure what Amnesia's capacity is, but we packed it, SRO. Maybe 150 people or so? I talked about the series, showed off Rock and Roll Never Forgets - and then read the scene from While My Guitar Gently Weeps, JP and the borrowed Zemaitis and Mac and recording "Liplock" in the basement studio with the Bombardiers. A song about oral sex, what's not to love?
Wonderful readings from everyone - for me, Denise Sullivan and Blag Dahlia were serious standouts. Scaling the stage with the MS shakes was interesting, to say the least. Oh, and Johnny Strike had a HOTT like a HOTT THING guitar player with him. Said guitarist let me play his axe, a black featherweight Yamaha electric that quacked like a Strat.
In a genuine R&R moment, Jack Boulware (the festival organiser) told me on the QT that there was an afterparty, told me where, and let me know that I was on the guest list, plus one. Queueing up for it with Kathi Kamen Goldmark and her companion, I noticed that people were waving little black Litquake invitations. Hmmm, thought I, and I was right: my name wasn't there. I pretty much burst out laughing, because it was shades of Bill Graham and FM Productions, thirty years later. They let me in anyway, and the party was a bit too loud and claustrophobic for me, but I was glad I got in, and much gladder I got to read with, and for, such thoroughly awesome people.
Brought down the house. Totally going to hope Jack Bouleware invites me back.
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