First, I played my first musical gig in about decade.
Murphy's Outlaw of Arizona--featuring two founding members of the Refreshments, my longtime cohort Jim Gerke, and my new bud Mitch Cole--invited me down to AZ to play a bunch of our old material. Little did I know that ten or so family members from Illinois or Colorado would make the trek to take in the spectacle. The week included a trip down to Dustin Denham's basement for rehearsal (where most of my AZ bands started); a great time on Thursday with my mom, dad, wife, and extended family; and a pass through two hours of Refreshments and other songs at Rock Bar on Friday night. This turned out to be a lot more fun than I expected, and I expected it to be plenty fun. A huge thank you to everyone who helped make it a very special trip for me.
Then, this week I came home and finished my latest novel, Nineteen Ways to Destroy Your Rock Band
(They say write what you know.)
This was an eight-year (!) project that started as a memoir of my time in the Refreshments and mutated over the last four years into a novel. It feels wonderful to finally have this thing off my desk. It is now in the hands of a few agents, and I hope to hear something soon. Know that I wouldn't expect the novel to be out any sooner than early 2021, but I wanted to report it's done. I'm sure I'll be posting more on it over the next weeks and months.
What does this mean going forward? It means I can relax a bit and have a good time in 2019 and 2020. First, Murphy's Outlaw is threatening to come to my neck of the woods (Portland, OR) over the summer to do it all over again. The plan is in its early stages, but it actually feel like it's going to happen. If you're interested, please friend me on Facebook, and I will keep you posted on details.
Also, sitting in with Murphy's Outlaws down in Phoenix next year is a no-brainer. I'd love to do it next week but will have to wait until next year.
What else? Who knows? But this thing ain't over, not by a long shot.
One of the highlights of 2018 was watching the formation and ascendent star of Murphy's Outlaw.
This band consists of three of my best friends, two of which are former Refreshments and one a guy who was the lead singer of all of my AZ bands not the Refreshments. Despite the bass position of this band being more than ably manned by Mitch Cole, I couldn't help but watch on from Oregon and ... well, you know.
Brian Blush asked me if I have any photos that might serve as appropriate. It took some digging, but I found an outtake from the Refreshments' first "photo shoot," the story of which you might find amusing.
In the summer of 1994, the Refreshments had our first LP Wheelie in the can. One problem: we didn't have a band photo.
You know, you're a band, and you want some cool, professional photo to put inside your CD. It's something bands do.
So, what do you do when you want a nice, professional photo of yourself? Why, go to Sears, of course!
As luck would have it, Sears had a sale, and the four of us put on our Sunday best and went to the Sears on (I believe) 44th and Camelback and threw down the credit card for the deluxe package.
It's probably one of my favorite memories of being in the band.
The young lady doing the shooting that day caught right on. "Which background would you like?"
"What are our choices?"
She started pulling down these tacky photo backgrounds, but I assure you, none was more tacky than the "space age" one that clearly dated from Star Wars time.
"That's the one."
So, we got all cozy--our little AZ rock and roll family getting its picture taken--and we came home that day (or back then probably had to go back and pick up a week later) with our photos.
The best one went into the inner sleeve of Wheelie. (I'm listening to Wheelie right now, incidentally. "Don't Wanna Know.") The second was a kind of outtake that found its way into some press stuff back in the day. Here's a partial.
That was 25 years ago.
Wonder where I'll be in a year? How about 25?
Come see Murphy's Outlaw on February 22nd at Rock Bar and swing right along with Dustin Coleman Denham, Brian David Blush, James Allen Gerke, and of course, Arthur Eugene Edwards III.
I've been waiting for a site like Book and Film Globe to pop up for some time. It features fun, smart reviews of books and films by authors that aren't obsessed with playing fair or who they might offend. Bluntness has its virtues--or maybe not, but it's fun anyway.
Big surprise, but I managed to work politics into my review of the excellent new novel by Julie Schumacher, The Shakespeare Requirement. The novel is flat-out entertaining while also managing to render a world where people mighty disagree but never un-friend.
It's the first of two reviews I've recently had accepted by the Kenyon Review, and I'd love for you to take a look.
I've been submitting my nonfiction to The Believer for about seven years. I love their symposium section, and I'm thrilled that--after a total of 30 submissions--they finally accepted one of my pieces.