Went to an open mic last night, bitched about my uncle being kinda famous. I read two poems. A guy from WDVR offered to have me come on his radio talk show and talk about my book. I told him when the new one comes out I will. I did manage 4 hours of writing yesterday. My friend video recorded me reading the poems, and maybe I’ll upload them at some point, but neither poems is published yet. And next time I read, I’ll make more of an effort as to my appearance!–I’ll wash my hair! I don’t think I’ll ever be a drunk because I purposefully didn’t finish my drink.
I decided to include these videos in this post because Mom had suggested these songs for Uncle Michael’s memorial, but it ended up being mostly live music with people playing Michael Hurley music or contributing other stuff. Mom recited a lullaby that Nanna used to sing to them, but I don’t think she actually identified it as such.
Phoebe Wilcox, Writing Like the Deadline is Death 