At this moment, the Jeff Mueller part of the Chicago chapter is half done. My notes are a disgusting mess with X’s and strikethroughs and all that jazz. Will Chatham from Crain sent me back some of his interview answers today, and he’s working the rest of them. Rich Fessler and Tim Midgett will be much easier to write because there is less conversation to sift through. It’ll actually be better for me if I focus on “scene” in those two interviews, so that I can build up my confidence before returning to the Mueller interview, the centerpiece of the chapter.
Thank you Evan McGoff for figuring out how to mp3 “Song for Lubbock Texas.” Download it from the Internets to your iPod’s and eight-tracks, kiddies.
So I’ve been reading William Faulkner’s “Absalom, Absalom!” because it’s far removed from my own writing on a technical level. Stylistically he’s someone I admire because he’s one of those rare breed who understand the music of language. Beautiful bunches of words seem to just seep like sap from his head. It’s very inspiring. As much as I don’t like reading long-winded passages (in my opinion, a sentence is roughly the length of a breath, no more no less), I’ll slow my brain down enough to enjoy Faulkner and revel in his greatness. I can’t read another minimalist author, or any music-related texts while I’m in this frame of mind, because I fear it will rub off on me.
In the rest of my free time, I’ve been working for ma and writing more music. I have a bunch of unfinished “pieces” of things that I’m working on. At night, various people come over and we expand our minds and connect with tones. It’s relaxing to have these other outlets so I’m not constantly fretting about failure and lack of talent.
…Sappy. I should quit while I’m behind. Any more, and this will read like a 16-year old’s Goth poetry.
