Sunday, July 06, 2008

I WANNA BE YOUR JOEY RAMONE by Stephanie Kuehnert

As you know, I rarely do book reviews. I suck at summing up the events and themes (you'd never know I was an English major for a time), and have difficulty articulating what I love about a book, so for me to make the effort, I need to feel strongly about it.

Which I do (do I ever!) about I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone by Stephanie Kuehnert (pronounced Keen-ert, by the way, mentions Jeri Smith-Ready-as-in-ready-to-go-NOT-reedy). Stephanie will be joining us Monday for an interview, and will be giving away a signed copy to one lucky commenter. But first, to whet your appetite:

IWBYJR follows Emily Black from her early teens to early twenties, as she navigates the rough waters of adolescence and young adulthood. She's got a tougher time than most of us: her mother Louisa left her in the care of her father when she was just a few months old. Growing up, Emily painted a glamorized portrait of her mom, telling herself that Louisa left to "follow the music," especially punk rock in its nativity. She followed in what she thought were her mother's footsteps by getting as close as she could to the music itself, first through the boys and men who played it, and then by taking the guitar in her own hands.

We discover, through Louisa's point-of-view, that her life is anything but glamorous, and her reasons for abandoning her family are tragic and complex. Kuehnert shows us the parallel odysseys of mother and daughter as they try to find themselves (and by extension, each other) in music, drugs, and relationships.

I expected to like this book. What I didn't expect was how much it would worm its way inside me and make me think about it when I least expected it. My life was nothing like Emily's, but I think anyone who's ever been a teenager (i.e., all of us, whether we want to remember it or not) could relate to this book. You don't need to be a fan of punk music or even music at all to feel this novel's heart. Its themes--family, friendship, betrayal, and the kind of hope that simultaneously lifts us up and makes us crawl--are universal.

The characters are all well-drawn. In a lot (okay, most) novels about teenagers, the parents are either dead, absent, or have as much depth as indoor/outdoor carpet. That wasn't the case with IWBYJR. Emily's father Michael is appealing, and you can see how much of her strength comes from his unwavering and unconditional love. He's far from perfect--since Louisa's departure, he's placed himself in an emotional purgatory that sometimes prevents him from really living. I wished desperately for him to find happiness. Louisa, who shares the novel's narrative, is a fascinating portrait of an adult runaway. Even Molly, the mother of Emily's best friend Regan, is fully fleshed and sympathetic as both a parent and a person.

Supporting characters, including Emily's bandmates (Regan and her boyfriend Tom), along with her first love Johnny, are also richly nuanced and real. But Emily is the literal star of the show. She makes a lot of bad choices, and she raises self-deception to an art form. But her sense of perspective (to me it seemed as if an older, wiser Emily was telling the story), humor, and raw sincerity made her easy to love.

Now, the music: even though I didn't know most of the songs (seeing as many were fictional), the vivid descriptions put me right there with Emily in the mosh pit or on the stage. I could feel the way that music both enthralled and empowered her. Music was both a means and an end--meaning, it formed a path to what she wanted most, and was also something to be enjoyed for itself.

As I mentioned before, this is definitely a book that would appeal to adults and older teens alike. Some parents might object to the sexual situations and drug use, but they're handled with honesty and frankness--meaning they're neither demonized nor romanticized (believe me, no girl is going to want to run out and get laid after reading about Emily's first encounter). I can't even express how refreshing that is, and it's one of the many reasons I loved this book.

So join me Monday to learn more about Stephanie Kuehnert and I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone, and enter to win your very own copy of this phenomenal new book!


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Now playing: The Gits - Snivelling Little Rat Faced Git
via FoxyTunes

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Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Last day on the Island

Wahhh, it's already time to leave my new friends at the Desert Island Keepers blog. They really know how to treat a guest.

Stop by today to see which 6 books and which 7 CDs I'd bring with me to our desert island. Maybe a few surprises.

Ongoing contest update:

Signed copy of Wicked Game: Amberkatze's Book Blog (interview and giveaway)
Blues CD giveaway: My post about Monroe's story

I'm off now to scrutinize the typeset for The Reawakened. It'll be the last time I get to make changes to it. I'm a bit sad the series is over, but sad in a good way. And as long as people are reading it, I guess it's never really over.

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Now playing: The Killers - Why Do I Keep Counting?
via FoxyTunes

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Monday, June 30, 2008

Monroe's story is live!

In the nick of time (it's still June, barely), I've posted the short story "Crossroads" by Monroe Jefferson.

This is the "true" tale of how vampire DJ Monroe was turned, back in July 1940, at a Mississippi crossroads. It's slightly different than the story he told in Wicked Game. That version was just to impress the crowd at the Smoking Pig, but this here is the real deal.

It even has a playlist at the bottom if you want to listen to the music while you read. (Personally I think it has more impact if heard afterward, but hey, it's a free country).

To celebrate, I'll give away a brand-new copy of the first CD that turned me on to the blues, Alvin Youngblood Hart's Big Mama's Door. To enter, just send me an e-mail telling me what you think of the story, or post a comment here. I'll draw one name at random a week from now, at 11:59pm eastern time, Monday, July 7.

But wait, there's more! Beginning with Spencer's story in August, my newsletter subscribers will get to read the stories a week before the rest of the world. So subscribe now (or stay subscribed) and get in on all the vampire action early.

Enjoy!

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Sunday, June 29, 2008

Interview and giveaway on Amberkatze

Thanks to everyone who stopped by last night to chat with me on Jacquelyn Frank's Marathon Chat, and congrats to those who won books, WVMP swag, and the marvelous raffle bags Jacki was giving away. It was great to meet and hang out with some new readers.

There's an interview with me up at Amberkatze's Book Blog. You can enter to win a signed copy of Wicked Game. Enter once by leaving a comment or question, enter twice by blogging about the interview somewhere else, and enter thrice by joining Amber's newsletter. Triple the contest-entering fun! Entries will be taken until next Sunday, July 6.

I'm also excited to announce that the short story about vampire DJ Monroe Jefferson's 'turning' will definitely be up here at jerismithready.com tomorrow. It's done, just needs a bit of polish and formatting for the web. I finished it off last night while watching the DVD of Eric Clapton's Crossroads benefit concert, which is four hours of phenomenal music. Almost makes me want to learn to play the guitar. Almost.

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Now playing: Eric Clapton - Little Queen of Spades
via FoxyTunes

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Monday, June 02, 2008

Hey Bo Diddley

The beat goes on.






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Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Brain-dead but breathing

Recovering from another exhausting but awesome Balticon. No complete sentences today.

Instead:

— A brand-new Music of Wicked Game page here at jerismithready.com--now with more playlist-y goodness! Not only the 'soundtrack,' but also the popular songs that make up the chapter titles. And a link to the DJs playlists, and some Pandora stations, too. Go listen now!

Guest blogging about the Wicked Game soundtrack at the Parkersburg (WV) News-Sentinel, which reviewed the book earlier this month.

— Interviews with me at the blogs of authors Val Griswold-Ford and Maria V. Snyder. Giveaway of Wicked Game at the latter (contest entry for MySpace folks only--sorry!--but anyone can read it).

— Coming up: an interview with Kelly McCullogh, whose third book in a science fiction thriller series, Codespell, is being released today.

There. No complete sentences. Harder than it looks.

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Now playing: Politik - Coldplay
via FoxyTunes

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Tuesday, April 01, 2008

ARCs for Charity, future guests, and other news

Congrats to Ruth Schaller, who just won a signed copy of Rachel Vincent's Rogue! Everyone else, stop crying and go buy the book.

Coming up later this month we have Cynthia Eden, author of Hotter After Midnight, then in May there'll be Jenna Black (Hungers of the Heart); in early June, Nancy Haddock (La Vida Vampire, which just came out today) and in late June, Stephanie Kuehnert (I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone).


ARCs FOR CHARITY

I still have a few Advance Reading Copies (ARCs) of Wicked Game, and it’s time I started using them for good instead of evil:

1. MS Walk Donations
I’m participating in the National Multiple Sclerosis Society 5K Walk on Sunday, April 13. If you donate to my team, I’ll put you in a drawing to win an ARC. It’ll be like a raffle: donate $5 and get 5 chances; donate $25 and get 25 chances (not to mention a warm feeling). Please send whatever you can to help overcome this devastating disease.

Deadline for entry: April 12

2. Royalty Donation
I donate ten percent of author royalties to a designated charity related to each of my books. For EYES OF CROW it’s Conservation International, and for VOICE OF CROW it’s the Wounded Warrior Project.

Send an e-mail to jeri@jerismithready.com and suggest a music-related charity that should receive 10% of author royalties from Wicked Game. If I choose your suggestion, you’ll win an ARC! And again: warm feeling.

Deadline for entry: April 12

Note: I’m looking for a charity related to rock ‘n’ roll that does some good in the world. Habitat for Humanity’s Musicians Village in New Orleans is a great example, but that project is almost complete (yay!).

Here's an update on my Lucky Thirteen Giveaway:

February 12: Wicked Game cover flat -- Winner: Bonnie W.
February 19: Wicked Game Advance Readers Copy --Winner: Regina R.
February 26: Wicked Game cover flat -- Winner: Betsy L.
March 4: Amazon.com gift card ($10) -- Winner: Tracy P.
March 11: Wicked Game cover flat -- Winner: Melissa F.
March 18: iTunes gift card ($15) -- Winner: Amy B.
March 25: Wicked Game cover flat -- Winner: Tami B.
April 1: Booksense gift card ($20) -- Winner: Jill M.
April 8: WVMP Lifeblood of Rock 'n' Roll T-shirt
April 15: Barnes & Noble gift card ($25)
April 22: WVMP Lifeblood of Rock 'n' Roll coffee mug
April 29: signed copy of Wicked Game
May 6: signed copy of Wicked Game


I'm going into Deep Cave Mode between now and Friday, when The Reawakened is due. But on Saturday, April 5, I'll be hosting the specialest guest of all.

Just one hint: the post won't go up until after dark. He's a daysleeper.

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Thursday, March 06, 2008

More vampy goodness and a new band

National Adopt a Vampire month continues over at Jaye Wells' blog. Yesterday Jennifer Rardin, author of the brilliant Jaz Parks vampire assassin series, let Jaz speak about what it's like working with vampires.

Today Jaye asks us why we love vampires. So pop on over and join the discussion.

Completely unrelated, I just discovered a dreamy new band called The Raveonettes. Check out their music, especially "Aly, Walk with Me" and "Dead Sound."

Entertainment Weekly made The Raveonettes' new release Lust Lust Lust an EW Pick and called them, "the supergroup that, in an alternate universe, the Ronettes, My Bloody Valentine, and the Velvet Underground formed on a lost weekend."

I'm in heart.

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Monday, February 11, 2008

A stark contrast

Because I'm too lazy to embed video, and too grateful to Rob at Laughing at the Pieces, I'll just send you directly to his blog for this amazing parody of "Yes We Can."

My favorite part is the lady covering her kid's eyes. And the guy hyperventilating into a paper bag. And...all of it.

If you're bemused yet confused, go here for the original video.

And if you live in MD, DC, or VA, get out and vote tomorrow. I don't care how freakin' cold it is! Democracy needs us all.


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Now playing: Everybody Knows - Leonard Cohen
via FoxyTunes

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Monday, January 28, 2008

16 random facts meme

Rachel Caine honored me with a tag on a fun new meme--actually, an extended version of the Eight Things You Don't Know About Me, which I posted last June.

The mission: list sixteen random personal facts or habits, and then pick twelve of my friends to tag. I'm going to cheat a little and start off with an edited version of my Eight Things:

1. Like last year's Miss Michigan, I have maimouphobia*. (Also coulrophobia, but everyone knows that.)

2. Favorite song: "Inside Out" by Eve 6. Singing along to this tune is a better aerobic workout than the Stairmaster, and much easier on the knees.

3. Sometimes when I'm in the self-checkout lane at the supermarket, I pretend I'm auditioning for a job.

4. Favorite classical composer: Franz Schubert. This is not interesting.

5. I once spent the night at Eugene O'Neill's boyhood home, the setting for his Pulitzer-winning play, Long Day's Journey Into Night. Alas, I neither saw nor heard the famed ghost of his mother, wandering the halls looking for her next morphine fix.

6. Secret Celebrity Crush: Ben Stiller

7. I'm obsessive but not compulsive, mainly because I'm too lazy to follow through on most thoughts. I might be having lunch with you, and 99% of my attention is focused on what you're saying (honestly!), while the remaining 1% is thinking, "The tablecloth is crooked, the salt shaker is at a hostile angle to the sugar bowl, and I'm dying to make an Olympic rings symbol with the condensation on the bottom of my water glass." But don't worry--I won't do anything about it.

8. In my head, the alphabet still looks like this.

Now, the new ones:

9. I have passed out once in my life--in Bruges, Belgium. Yes, I'll be seeing the Colin Farrell movie.

10. I wait to buy a Tori Amos album until the following one is released. No reason, it just works out that way, and so far I've been happy with the results.

11. I never turn my back on a saguaro cactus.

12. I directed Sartre's No Exit as part of my senior thesis. Only two out of the four actors learned all their lines.

13. Speaking of college theatre, I played Crow in Sam Shepard's Tooth of Crime. This was the pinnacle of my acting "career." Can you find me in the photos?

14. I only need two more random facts after this one.

15. One of my friends in college went out with a guy who went on to marry Amy Carter. She went on to be a lesbian. My friend, not Amy Carter.

16. The coffee is ready.

*that's fear of monkeys, for those too lazy to skim the article

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Bad band confessional - the penultimate ARC contest

Congrats to Erica J. from MySpace for winning last week's ARC drawing, and thanks to everyone who shared their misheard lyrics. Many laughs were had.

The other night I was listening to the Go Go's Beauty and the Beat for the first time in over two decades. It was one of my favorite albums growing up, and I was thrilled to discover that I agreed with my thirteen-year-old self that it was a fantastic album (and that my thirteen-year-old self was spot on when she felt that "You Can't Walk in Your Sleep (If You Can't Sleep)" is the flattest track).


(As an aside, I was able to remember words to songs I hadn't heard in over twenty years. Yet I can't remember where I left my snow boots, and I just saw them yesterday. Somewhere. In the house. On a floor of some sort.)

Mostly, though, when I look back at the bands I liked as a pre-teen and teenager, I cringe. In some cases, I don't feel outright shame. For instance, I went through a whole progressive/art rock phase, worshiping bands like Steely Dan, Yes, Rush, Emerson Lake & Palmer (and, oh save us Lord, who can forget the Law Offices of Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe?). From an objective quality standpoint, they're all excellent bands; but now they make me want to puke.

The same lack of embarrassment does not apply to Loverboy.

Man, I loved those tantalizing troubadours from Toronto. I played "Working for the Weekend"* first thing when I got home from middle school every Friday. I stared longingly at Mike Reno's red-leather-clad butt on the cover of Get Lucky (I assumed the lead singer was the model, which I now realize was probably not the case). And who can forget that sweatband thingie?

So for this week's comment contest (from which I will draw a winner of an Advance Review Copy of Wicked Game, deadline next Thursday at noon EST as usual):


Which band makes you want to smack your twelve-year-old (or twenty-year-old) self upside the head with the Mighty Baseball Bat of Good Taste?

I promise not to get mad if it's the Go-Go's.


*a brief perusal of YouTube didn't turn up an original video of "WftW," but here's "Turn Me Loose," which, upon reflection, is not a half-bad song, for what it was.

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Friday, January 11, 2008

Misheard lyrics - new ARC contest

De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you.
De do do do, de da da da
Their innocence will pull me through.
De do do do, de da da da
Is all I want to say to you.
De do do do, de da da da
They're meaningless and all that's true
--The Police, "De Do Do Do"

Congrats to __bac__ from LiveJournal, who won last week's drawing for an ARC of Wicked Game.

Now let's have some fun....

Recently I was using the internet for its most important purpose: looking up song lyrics. In this case it was the words to a Rusted Root song. Not surprisingly, the first Google result was a site called The Archive of Misheard Lyrics.

The Archive invites users to submit their misheard lyrics and vote on other people's. The Top 100 Funniest are a hoot, though I think some of them are invented.

The song I was looking for was "Send Me on My Way,"* originally released in the early 90s but apparently resurrected in the movie Ice Age, where a penguin named Matilda dances or gets mauled by mastodons to it. I haven't seen that movie.

The line in question takes places after, "I may see you, I may tell you to run" (which for the record, I misheard as "Ombay say to you, ombay tell you to run.").

I used to think the next line was gibberish: "Mo-buddy-seh, mo-buddy-yuh," or perhaps actual words in a sub-Saharan African dialect currently spoken by fourteen people. It is world music, after all.

After further listening, I thought it was, "Nobody safe, nobody on," a twist on the baseball announcer's standby, "Nobody out, nobody on." It didn't make much more sense than, "Mo-buddy-seh, mo-buddy-yuh," but I thought it an improvement.

The real line is "You know what they say about the young." Who knew?

So for this week's contest, tell me one of your favorite misheard lyrics in the comments section. Deadline, as usual, is noon EST next Thursday.

Make me laugh, people!


*which my husband originally thought was called "Simi and the Whale"



UDPATE: after viewing the video to this song, I'm sticking with, "Mo-buddy-seh, Mo-buddy-yuh."

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Now playing: Muddy Waters - Walking Thru The Park
via FoxyTunes

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Friday, December 21, 2007

Winners announced and another ARC contest!

After perusing all 184 comments from 72 people (between Blogger, MySpace, LJ, and the Fangs, Fur & Fey community), I've picked winners for last week's fill in the blank contest. You guys made it really tough! Thanks to everyone who took part.

The prize for Most Appropriate goes to spark_force on LJ for Family curses never die, they just devolve.

It's the only one I like more than "mutate," because it goes to the heart of what I was trying to get across--changing, with some deterioration, but not sounding weak (like my original version, "get watered down"). "Devolve" is often used with "chaos," as in "The universe is devolving from order into chaos." Sounds negative, but in a mysterious as opposed to depressing way.

The prize for Funniest was a lot tougher, and I've decided to call a three-way tie, because they're funny in different ways:

First there's kehazen from FFF with, Family curses never die, they just mutate; growing a duckbill, beaver tail, poisonous barbs on their feet, and gaining the ability to lay eggs despite being mammalian. Oh, wait...that's a platypus, never mind. Man, evolution's a bitch.

Then janni from FFF offered, Family curses never die, they just move into assisted living.

Finally, Dave S. from Blogger gave us, "Family curses never die, they just--" I recall my uncle saying on his deathbed.

Congratstoallthewinnersthankstoallwhoenteredyadayada....

Moving on....

This week's ARC winner will be drawn from commenters across the three blogs. All you have to do is tell me your favorite pop/rock Christmas carol(s). Here are mine, in no particular order (and probably with a glaring omission or two that I'll run back and add later):

Little Drummer Boy/Peace on Earth - David Bowie & Bing Crosby
Please Come Home for Christmas - The Eagles
Father Christmas - The Kinks
Santa Claus is Back in Town - Elvis Presley
2000 Miles - The Pretenders

Deadline is noon EST next Thursday, December 27. Have a great weekend!


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Now playing: Louis Armstrong (Holiday) - Winter Wonderland
via FoxyTunes

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Sunday, December 16, 2007

Divine badness

Because a lot of you weren't with me last December (and those who were are dying to hear it again), I must share with you a couple of Christmas carol gems I discovered a year ago.

First, a repost of my blog from December 13, 2006:

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The unholiest of nights

I've often thought that a virtuoso performance of Verdi's Requiem can make a believer out of an atheist.

Now, courtesy of The Sneeze, I've found a song that will do the opposite.

(There's a streaming audio button you can hit, but which is barely visible in Firefox. It's right above the words 'or download the mp3.')

Merry Freakin' Christmas.

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Make sure you listen to the whole clip if you can stand it, because it gets better worse as it goes along, right down to the last few seconds. It actually gives me an endorphin rush, either from the pain or the sudden influx of oxygen from laughing so hard.

Then, if you're still conscious, relax with a guy singing "Jingle Bell Rock" using nothing but the title words.

Should I worry that I enjoy these things?

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Friday, December 07, 2007

New York calling

This just in, from Publisher's Marketplace:
The Clash's THE CLASH, the seminal band tells their story in their own words, including hundreds of photos, many never-before-seen, and unique memorabilia from the band's own collection, to Ben Greenberg at Grand Central, for publication in October 2008, by Valerie Duff at Atlantic UK (NA).

I know what I'm getting a certain husband for his birthday next year.

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Now playing: Ken Boothe - Moving Away
via FoxyTunes

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Wednesday, November 14, 2007

New Tom Stoppard play

The idea of rock 'n' roll is absolutely at the center of it...there is a form of expression which has beat, which has rhythm, which, when you begin to play it, has human beings moving instinctively, responding, letting go, becoming free, becoming wild.
--director Trevor Nunn

My favorite playwright Tom Stoppard has a new one opening on Broadway this week called Rock 'n' Roll. It's not just about the music genre, but also "everything from the lives of Czech dissidents and British Marxists to conflicting theories of consciousness to the Greek poetry of Sappho," according to this NPR piece, which features scenes of the play you can watch on your very own Home Personal Computer, which I hear a lot of the kids have these days.

If you have the means, I highly recommend checking it out.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Hibernation update

Got an extension until Thanksgiving on The Reawakened, and I'm chugging along on that. I promise that this time next year you'll be reading it thinking, "Wow, I'm so glad she spent the lifespan of a piece of German paper writing this book instead of blogging."

But I thought I'd pop in to celebrate the beginning of the six-month countdown to Wicked Game (pre-order now and save 5%!) by spreading the news about a symposium at U Mass Amherst this weekend. Unbroken Chain: Grateful Dead and American Culture will be more than "a bunch of people sitting around talking about favorite concert memories," according to this Associated Press article. Insert easy joke here.

I'll try to keep popping in with brief posts here and there over the next few weeks. But right now, gotta get back to War and Peace--I mean, The Reawakened.

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Monday, October 01, 2007

I'm known for my 'na's

Every once in awhile, I check out BlogPatrol to see where my visitors are coming from. The most entertaining part is the "Last 10 Keywords," where I can see what people Googled to get here. I just found a new favorite:

na na na na na nah na na na na-na na na nah

which came from this post. Yes, I am the 53rd most popular source for information on

na na na na na nah na na na na-na na na nah

But alas, my reign as the Queen of Squeaky Deaky is no more. I've fallen from #1 to #15.

Oh by the way, Voice of Crow is officially released today. Go get it. Tell your friends, your family members, and that friendly FBI agent tapping your phone line. Thanks.

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Saturday, September 22, 2007

Guest blogging at Magical Musings

The tour continues! Visit Magical Musings today to see my Top Ten Soundtracks for Paranormal Writing. I'm giving away an autographed set of Eyes of Crow and Voice of Crow to one lucky commenter, so stop by and opine on your favorite movies and music.

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Friday, July 27, 2007

A different kind of star

It's never too late for a new (or old) career.

Brian May, the guitarist for the rock group Queen, completed his doctoral work in astrophysics on Wednesday. He abandoned his coursework at Imperial College of London back in 1970 when Queen made it big, but always wanted to finish the degree.

May, 60, plans to turn in his dissertation, "Radial Velocities in the Zodiacal Dust Cloud," within the next two weeks.

What unfinished business do you plan to take care of when you retire from your current line of work? Write a novel? Finish a degree? Learn to play the banjo?

I don't plan to ever retire from writing (they'll have to pry the keyboard from my cold, stiff fingers), but I wouldn't mind getting back to the piano one day.


A-Z Update: "Rollin' Stone" by Muddy Waters

HP Update: page 111 of Deathly Hallows

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Thursday, May 17, 2007

New CDs...purr....

Went to Record & Tape Traders this afternoon. The place smells like incense. They have not just CDs, but vinyl records and vintage everything. Love it.

I went for two reasons:

1. To buy the new Nine Inch Nails.
2. To case the joint as a setting for a scene in Wicked Game.

But then I started browsing the used CD bin. Deadly. I should've worn handcuffs.

So I also bought 3 used CDs I already have on cassette (so no guilt over the artists not getting royalties because I bought them used--like my rationalization there?):

Shake Your Moneymaker by the Black Crowes
When I Woke by Rusted Root (They're like the Talking Heads but less cerebral. You canNOT sit still when they're on.)
Purple Rain by Prince and the Revolution

Also snagged His Best by Sonny Boy Williamson. It's part of the awesome Chess Records 50th Anniversary collection.

And of course Year Zero by Nine Inch Nails, complete with US Bureau of Morality warning on the back (BE A PATRIOT - BE AN INFORMER!).

Books and CDs. Better than chocolate.

A-Z Update: "Hanging on the Telephone" by Blondie

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Monday, March 19, 2007

Quickie quiz

Who can tell me the connection between my Current Read (Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys) and the Current Song Stuck in My Head ("Crazy Love, Vol. II by Paul Simon)?*

It's a two-word answer.

*I include the names not because I think you're incapable of referencing the sidebar, but because within a few days the sidebar will change, and you might drive yourself batty wondering what the connection is between Paul Witcover's Tumbling After (the next book in line) and, say, the theme song to HBO's Deadwood. Though I bet an argument could be made.

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Wednesday, February 21, 2007

From A to Z

I've decided to sort all 3,768 clips in RealPlayer alphabetically and play them straight through. Originally I was going to do it in concert with Bad Company revisions, but my due date has been pushed back to June, so I'm back to working on Crow books (as you can see from the sidebar).

I liked the A to Z idea so much, I didn't want to wait. I even bought new ear buds. And while my creative rhythms may be in thrall to my publishers' schedules, they can't dictate my listening habits*.

I'll start today with "#34" by the Dave Matthews Band (from Under the Table and Dreaming) and ending someday with "Zurna Tabl Naqqare" by Iraqi Tradtional Group (from the soundtrack to Three Kings).

Maybe I'll set Easter as the goal date, making this a sort of Lenten project. Sure beats giving up chocolate.

The miracle will be if I can get through all 3,768 clips with the same set of ear buds. Will I lose them? Will they be chewed by a dog or cat? Permanently borrowed by my husband? Stay tuned.

*They sort of can't. I'll have another post soon on how radically different my lifestyle becomes depending on which series I'm working on.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2006

More Xmas Pain

And here's a guy singing "Jingle Bell Rock" with no lyrics except the title words. Again, courtesy of The Sneeze (which you should all be reading daily so I won't have to tell you the funny parts. Which are all of them).

Remember, I bring you these gifts because I love you.

Word Watch 2006
Count: 226,974
Remaining: 23,026

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

The unholiest of nights

I've often thought that a virtuoso performance of Verdi's Requiem can make a believer out of an atheist.

Now, courtesy of The Sneeze, I've found a song that will do the opposite.

(There's a streaming audio button you can hit, but which is barely visible in Firefox. It's right above the words 'or download the mp3.')

Merry Freakin' Christmas.

UPDATE!! The antidote, courtesy of Xmas Xtravaganza. The angel's name is Antonique Smith. It's a Christmas miracle.

Another Update: The bad 'O Holy Night,' with zombies. (I actually find it funnier to hear the song without visuals, but Your Mileage May Vary.)

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Monday, December 04, 2006

Pause

As you might have guessed, I was out of town for several days and had no time to blog (I barely had time to download my e-mail and then for some reason couldn't send replies, so if you've written me, just hang on a bit and I'll get right back to you).

Friday night I went to Glen Burtnik's Xmas Xtravaganza concert in New Brunswick, NJ. It was awesome, one of the highlights being Spiraling's version of "Do You Hear What I Hear?" to the tune of "Baba O'Reilly." Trust me, it works, and you can buy it off iTunes or Rhapsody (my preference should be obvious).

Think I'm getting a cold now, so 'scuse me if I take a day or two to recover from the trip.

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Sunday, October 29, 2006

The Saints Are Coming video



This is my first posted YouTube video, so I hope it comes out OK.

U2 and Green Day first performed their version of this song at the New Orleans Saints' "homecoming" game at the Louisiana Superdome.

The proceeds from the song (which is a rewrite of a 1978 punk anthem by the Skids*) will go to a charity called Music Rising, which helps replace musical instruments lost in Hurricane Katrina. Since music is the lifeblood of NOLA, what this charity is doing is nothing short of soul retrieval.

The video is brilliant, but I can't help wondering if some dense folks will walk away from it thinking the U.S. Government really did divert troops from Iraq to help Katrina victims. ("Dude, it's true! I saw it on that Green Day video, there were like fighter jets 'n' everything!")

*The lead singer of the Skids, Stuart Adamson, went on to form Big Country in the 80s. "The Storm," off Big Country's debut album The Crossing, still ranks as my #1 Song to Drive Through a Car Wash To.

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Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Halloween Mix Tape

A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do. You've got to kick off with a corker, to hold the attention[...]and then you've got to up it a notch, or cool it a notch, and you can't have white music and black music together, unless the white music sounds like black music, and you can't have two tracks by the same artist side by side, unless you've done the whole thing in pairs, and...oh, there are loads of rules.
--Nick Hornby, High Fidelity


I'm dating myself by even using the term, but since our car only has a tape deck, and my husband has had his iPod surgically attached, I still use tapes. Every October I listen to this mix I made back in 2002. It's like having Halloween carols.

Anyway, here it is, recorded in reverse alphabetical order by artist:

"Dragula (Hot Rod Herman Mix)" - Rob Zombie
From the Matrix soundtrack. The day this song doesn't get my blood pumping, just start shoveling the dirt over me.

"Introduction" - Tom Twycker
From the soundtrack to Run Lola Run, a cool German movie about a woman who relives the same twenty minutes three times in an effort to save her boyfriend's life.

"O Death" - Ralph Stanley
From the O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack, from the scene where they're about to lynch Tommy Johnson (aka, the Wizard of Oz homage scene).

"Hell" - Squirrel Nut Zippers
Not from a soundtrack!

"Tragic Kingdom" - No Doubt
Back before Gwen Stefani became a bubbleheaded sellout. A song about the darker side of Disneyland.

"Polly" - Nirvana
Off Unplugged in New York. Rob, if you think Nirvana is all noise, you should give this album a listen. Beautiful vocals and guitar playing, and a huge dose of self-effacting humor from Kurt Cobain. Painfully good.

"Heresy" - Nine Inch Nails
Trent is uncharacteristically angry in this song.

"Sharks" - Morphine
Because every mix tape of mine must have a Morphine song. It's the law.

"Skinwalkers" - Robert Mirabal
Taos Pueblo tribe member mixes traditional Native American music with rock 'n' roll.

"Lake of Fire" - Meat Puppets
Yay, cowpunk! Who says Texas has no edge?

"Vampires of New York" - Marcy Playground
Ah, Marcy Playground. Geek Meets Grunge. On their second album, they did a song ("Wave Motion Gun") that used the 1970s Japanese animated TV show Starblazers to illuminate heroin addiction.

"Crawling" - Linkin Park
Widely regarded by me as the weak link (ha! get it?) on this mix tape. I thought they were pretty cool back in '02, but now I'm over them. Still, it's there.

"Monster" - L7
Riot grrrls extraordinaire. In Requiem, I modeled Gianna's punk band, Public Humiliation, after L7.

"Falling Away from Me" - Korn
Though they are the mentors to the mentors of Linkin Park (Limp Bizkit), they're still cool in my book, because they don't take themselves seriously. I had to put this on a Halloween tape because it debuted on the second South Park Halloween episode. The band members played themselves in a brilliant Scooby Doo spoof. When they changed into various forms of corn to "fight" the pirate ghosts (or was it ghost pirates?), I laughed so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Voodoo" - Godsmack
One of the tape's highlights.

"People Are Strange" - The Doors
My favorite part of this song is Ray Manzarek's cute little keyboard interlude. I have this vision of a bunch of eerie old people prancing around wearing zombie-like smiles at a David Lynch-esque firehall dance. There's this one lady in a pale blue print dress with big glasses and her hair in a bun. She's creepy. But happy. And that's all that matters.

SIDE 2 (it's a tape, after all)

"Halloween" - Dave Matthews Band
A lyric from this deliciously evil song gives us the mix tape's title: Shadows on the Window

"Burn" - The Cure
From The Crow soundtrack. As I was listening to this last week, I came up with the perfect ending to Voice of Crow. If you haven't seen the movie (or read the comic) The Crow, it's about a guy who comes back from the dead to wreak vengeance upon the people who killed him and his fiancee. Hearing the song reminded me that Crow, like all the Spirits, isn't always benevolent. Hee-hee.

"Bloodletting" - Concrete Blonde
One of several songs (along with Sting's "Moon Over Bourbon Street") inspired by Anne Rice's Interview with a Vampire.

"The Future" - Leonard Cohen
I knew Kurt Cobain and I shared a brain when he wrote in "Pennyroyal Tea": Give me a Leonard Cohen afterworld/so I can sigh eternally. Cohen makes me sigh, heavily. However, this song once made me burst into tears, as I was driving home on Election Day 2000. Because I could see the future, brother. It is murder.

"Creepy Crawling" - Chumbawamba
They were most famous for "Tubthumping" (the I get knocked down, but I get up again song), but the whole album was wonderful. Anarchy you can dance to.

"Dr. Bones" - Cherry Poppin' Daddies
Even more than the aforementioned Squirrel Nut Zippers, the CPDs somehow made swing sound sinister.

"Comfort Eagle" - Cake
We are building a religion/We are making it bigger/We are widening the corridors and adding more lanes/We are building a religion, a limited edition/We are now accepting callers for these pendant keychains.
They don't come any more sardonic than Cake.

"Mouth" - Bush
This is a remix off Deconstructed, but I think it also appeared in the American Werewolf in Paris soundtrack. I say "I think" because like all but 13 or 14 people, I never got closer to watching that movie than seeing the commercial.

"Big Brother/Chant of the Ever-Circling Skeletal Family" - David Bowie
Another good Election Day song.

"Low Red Moon" - Belly
No special comments, just a great song.

"In the Flat Fields" - Bauhaus
Because you can't have a Halloween mix tape without a Bauhaus song. Another law.

"The Pink Room" - Angelo Badalamenti
From the Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me soundtrack, which could be an entire Halloween tape on its own. "Black Dog Runs at Night" gives me the hibbie-gibbies every time.

"Happy Phantom" - Tori Amos
Baby, don't fear the Reaper. It might be fun to be a ghost.

Happy Halloween, everyone. Now go get your creep on.

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Quick music poll #2

Which band do I hate more, Steely Dan or Aerosmith?

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Monday, January 09, 2006

Monday night Megashuffle

Tomorrow, for the first time since August, I'll wake refreshed and well-rested on a Tuesday morning, since Monday Night Football is no more. Last week doesn't count, because I wasn't well-rested from New Year's Eve (which for me, didn't end until 8 am on January 1) until Wednesday.

So for alliteration's sake, let's resurrect the Megashuffle, in which I name and hastily discuss with bad grammar the next ten songs that come up on RealPlayer as it shuffles through all 3,525 tracks.

1. "Victrola" by Veruca Salt, off of their sublime 1994 release American Thighs. If my best friend from college and I had ever formed a band, this would have been it. Saw them open for Live in 1995. They had so much energy and hey, they could play their instruments, even though they're girls.

2. "Strange Little Girl" by Tori Amos, off the album Strange Little Girls. The idea behind this fascinating compilation was to perform men's songs from a female perspective. Her cover of Eminem's "'97 Bonnie & Clyde" is chilling and reveals to all who ever doubted it what a screwed-up little creep he is. "Strange Little Girl" was originally performed by The Stranglers.

3. "Serve the Servants" by Nirvana, off their final studio album, In Utero. Apparently they designed this album to turn off as many fans as possible. The lyrics to this, In Utero's opening tune, start off, "Teenage angst has paid off well/Now I'm bored and old."

4. "Canary" by Liz Phair, off her never-to-be-equaled-in-this-or-any-universe debut release, Exile in Guyville. Sigh...this album made me glad to be a girl, showed that a woman could be a tough feminist and still adore men.

5. "The Old Ways" by Loreena McKennitt, off The Visit, which was I think her second album. Though still rooted in Celtic sounds, it was less traditional than her previous work, Elemental. McKennitt had started experimenting with instruments and arrangements influenced by other parts of the world, much to the benefit of her music and those of us lucky enough to listen to it. She's probably one of the Top Five Musicians to Write Fantasy To.

6. "Truckdrivin' Neighbors Downstairs" by Beck, off Mellow Gold. I guess you can't be an official genius without a few of these oddities in your repertoire.

7. "Round Here" by the Counting Crows, off their debut August and Everything After. I know they're whiny and melodramatic, but God, I love these guys. Each album gets better than the last (although honestly I only have their first three). This song is a tragic look at great expectations among big-dreamin' newcomers to Los Angeles. At least, that's my interpretation.

8. "The Fly" by U2, from their last great album, Achtung Baby. This song was one of the few songs not released as a hit single, but it's every bit as good as "One" or "Mysterious Ways."

9. "Meant to Be" by the Squirrel Nut Zippers, off of Hot. Some of you might remember the Zippers (or the Squirrel Nuts, if you prefer) as part of the late nineties swing revival movement, that also included Cherry Poppin' Daddies (my favorite) and Big Bad Voodoo Daddies. If you do, you'd be right.

Is it me, or are all these songs from one decade? Really, I like older music, and to a much lesser extent, newer music. Let's hope the last song comes from another time other than the decade in which I grew up ("growing up," for my generation, came during our twenties, not our teens).

10. "Ages of You" by R.E.M. from Dead Letter Office. Whew, at least it's the eighties. This album was an extremely fun collection of songs that didn't fit on any of their other early albums. Their early stuff was great to sing along with, even though we didn't have a clue what they were saying 90% of the time, and when we did, we didn't know what it meant.

Bonus song, because it came from before I was born:
11. "When You Got a Good Friend" by Robert Johnson, from The Complete Recordings. Originally recorded in 1941. So there.

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Thursday, November 17, 2005

The Man in Black

Occasionally a movie comes around that I promise myself to see, regardless of reviews. I try not to even look at the reviews, in case they're bad. Walk the Line, the new Johnny Cash biopic, was one of these movies.

This morning I couldn't resist peeking at RottenTomatoes.com to get an overview of the critics' reception. Walk the Line has an 81% rating, which means it's good. Very good.

Anyone who knows me well, or even has passed me on the street once or twice, knows that I hhhaaaate country/western music. Actually, it's only C/W in its slicked-up, botoxed, jingoistic contemporary manifestation that I hate. You know, the men and women whose butts have never graced a saddle, whose clothes and teeth are oh-so-shiny, and who claim that President Bush has a place in Heaven reserved right next to Jay-sus and anyone who says different should be strung up like one of them peen-yatas.

My grandmother used to say, "That Johnny Cash can leave his shoes under my bed any day." (When I was a kid, I thought that meant that he could stay over at her house, as I often did, so they could both fall asleep watching Perry Mason.) As I grew older, I pretty much forgot all about him (Cash, not Mason--okay, I forgot about him, too). A 2003 family trip to Memphis awakened my dormant fascination with all those country and blues legends that formed the infant rock 'n' roll--Cash, Carl Perkins, Jerry Lee Lewis, Roy Orbison, and of course, Elvis Presley.

I think "Walk the Line" is one of the most romantic songs ever written. It reminds me of myself and how, um, flighty--yeah, that's the word--I used to be before my sweetie came along and discovered a well of devotion I didn't even know I had.

As sure as night is dark and day is light
I keep you on my mind both day and night
And happiness I've known proves that it's right.


Everybody together now: Awwwww.....

Yeah, shut up. Anyway, I'll let you know how the movie is.

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Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Doin' the Deaky

So I'm heading into my fourth day with "Squeaky Deaky" stuck in my head (occasionally interrupted by the Russian number from Riverdance--it's amazing I sleep). I noticed yesterday as I went about my chores that the singer's mellow, harmless little voice had started crooning alternate lyrics, namely pop ballad couplets a la Roy Orbison.
Squeaky deaky (squeak squeak squeak)
Don't you understand
Squeaky deaky (squeak squeak squeak)
I wanna be your man
I swear that I actually hear the guy's voice singing these lyrics--it's not my own head voice doing it, and it happened totally unbidden.
Squeaky deaky (squeak squeak squeak)
Come on and stay the night
Squeaky deaky (squeak squeak squeak)
It's gonna be all right
(I should add here that I've grown to sort of love the "Squeaky Deaky" song, and highly recommend purchasing the CD, Songs to Make Dogs Happy, which on Monday was #48 on Amazon.com. The song "Scratch My Back" is really cute.)
Squeaky deaky (squeak squeak squeak)
I knew right from the start
Squeaky deaky (squeak squeak squeak)
That you would break my heart
I'm sure it won't be long before the lyrics start to turn dark and/or suggestive. Check back for updates on my descent into madness.

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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Kill. Me. Now.

Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
I love my squeaky toy
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
It makes me jump for joy
Someone on my greyhound listserv posted a link to this NPR bit about a hot new CD for dogs, called Songs to Make Dogs Happy. The above-quoted song, "Squeakey Deakey," is the #1 hit off this new CD. I wasn't aware there was a different Billboard chart for each species, but okay. I played this tune that's supposed to be all the rage with the Rovers to see what Meadow would do. Upon hearing the squeak toy sound effects scattered throughout the song, she immediately went to the back door. This could mean one of three things:

1) the song made her think of her rubber squeaky ball, which lives outside
2) the song made her think of other things that squeak when you bite them, like baby bunnies, which also live outside
3) she wanted to escape the clutches of this song before it devoured her sanity

While she isn't what I would call the world's most intelligent dog, I now credit her with possessing the survival instincts I so clearly lack, because all day this song has been jammed into a deep part of my brain where no neurosurgeon can safely venture.

I went to work and organized my boss's business expenses for tax season. Beneath the tapping of the spreadsheet-filling keyboard lurked
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
Roll it on the ground
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
I love that squeaky sound
I came home and over dinner discussed with my husband the political and philosophical ramifications of the Terry Schiavo case. Yet I felt detached from the conversation, because my mind couldn't grapple with the complex moral issues involved. It was too busy thinking
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
Always makes me laugh
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
Playing in the grass
And now I'm trying to write a particularly intense scene for my new book. The main character is alone in the forest on a vision quest-type experience. To give the scene the depth it deserves, I need to be in a state of spiritual awareness, a place of otherworldly serenity. But the Muzak player in the back corner of my head keeps churning out on infinite "Repeat,"
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
I love to play along
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
I love to squeak the song
Go ahead. Listen to it. I dare you. You'll think, "Oh, that's cute" or silly, or whatever, yet you'll be compelled to hum along and finish the entire two minutes and thirty-four seconds. Then you'll turn it off and give it no more thought.

But just wait until 3:45 a.m., when you wake to get a drink of water or pay a visit to the loo.

It will be there.

Waiting.

Perhaps in a minor key....

Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
Makes me jump for joy
Squeakey deakey (squeak squeak squeak)
I love my squeaky toy!

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