Music's for fools, right?
Or maybe it's not:
Now here's a guy who I"m sure has no problem getting his "chicks for free"--in his case, supermodels.
Roxy Music (Bryan Ferry) He looks like a pirate in this video for some reason (eye operation? crippling pink eye?).
Roxy Music (Bryan Ferry) This is a psychadelic disco version.
And in other news, I continue to limp my devil-jalopy of a car around the world doing case management as usual. If you have a house full of smelly cats PLEASE, PLEASE call me, okay? Except today I did not do any paid rescuing of the meek and poor because I basically called out DEAD. No lie.
Got a couple more rejections of poetry e-mailed to me this week. Like jagged little black daggers in the heart they are! Nothing a little disco dancing can't cure (right, Bryan?). Right, dear Phoebe, right.
Tomorrow I read for exactly seven minutes at the Indian Valley Public Library in Telford, PA. I timed myself and it works out a-ok if I just give myself the world's quickest introduction. Raffling off a signed copy of Angels Carry the Sun. Then I will go backstage (at the Indian Valley Public Library) and allow my hot male groupies to give me a foot rub. No actually, I will limp my hell jalopy back to my place and collapse. I've been doing a lot of collapsing lately. I've been a lot of "places" lately.
enjoy your evening. If you are bored, you could visit my website and forward its contents to everyone you know, if you want--no pressure, of course. I'm not pressuring anyone to love me or buy my books.
And here's a talented poet who's promoting an anthology for a good cause.
I wish I had more time to read.
And I think I'm just going to have to bite the bullet and realize I'm not British, I should not be using commas as if I am. I am an American and should use American comma placement, right? EVEN IF THE BRITISH WAY LOOKS AND FEELS BETTER. But do I really have to let The Chicago Manual of Style rule my friggin' life? (But, Phoebe, do you really want to look like a dumbass before all the established writers, and American editors, and English teachers, etc., etc.?) You are not J.K. Rowling or Roddy Doyle. You're livin' in the U.S. of A, baby. Oh who cares, call an editor or something. . . .