But in order to be mad scientists, first we had to learn how to be normal scientists.
It’s funny, imagining John Fahey sitting in a hotel rampantly scrawling. Not because he’s so otherwise voiceless, or should relegate his expressiveness to the steel-stringed style, or other reasons fascistic or idiotic. He’s just one of those guys one imagines (if the “one” doing the imagining were “me,” admittedly) never to have put down his guitar for anything other than a whiskey glass or a pee. You just don’t get that good if you have to stop to put it down. So it’s nearly impossible to think of him not only putting it down, but picking up a pen long enough to get good at that too.
And he was pretty good– listen for the mad scientist bit, partially quoted above.
In fact, if he and I were teenage girls, I might have to start a jealous fight with him over this.
And tonight’s super special Feel-Better-Just-For-a-Minute (or Feel-Even-Better-if-You’re-Already-Feelin-Okay) soundtrack by the author, but let’s keep it between us, okay?
3 thoughts on “The Spring”
Miette, hello there. I don’t know if you’re talking about the DFW sadness, but I’ve had it in a bad way. I understand you might not want to read one of his stories right away, but Good Old Neon is an apt one when and if you do, and I would love to hear it read by you.
John Fahey did make me feel better, and it was so sweet to hear you get so excited at the autograph on your book. A John Fahey autograph? Lucky lady.
Miette, you’ve used a soundtrack! It sounds so beautiful. You always sound beautiful, but it’s so soothing with that music running behind, especially John Fante. But what’s the second song? I’ve never heard it and I have to know!
I like the soundtrack effect too, but there are obviously reasons against making a habit of it. The second song is Dance of Death, from the Zabriskie Point soundtrack. Nice, right?