trying to figure out how to feed myself and how to feed others...
Well, there's a button over to the right you can press to subscribe to this
feed of Notes From The Studonym.
Concerning the name of this, I realize that Charles Bukowski used to write
a column called "Notes Of A Dirty Old Man" and that Dostoevski wrote the
famous "Notes From The Underground," some gritty works I believe, though
I've never read them all, but this takes it another step, seeing how we concern
ourselves with music often, there's the notes in the air, as well, that go in the ear,
and this doesn't have much of the same vibration as the aforementioned. And this
is the 21st century, doesn't everybody get away with ripping others off now?
Studonym, if I never explained, is the name of our makeshift studio- "a pseudonym
for a Studio," you see. And if I have explained, this just explains that I don't go back
and read the posts very frequently. Though, the Studonym is a traveling studio a lot
of the time, easy to break down and set back up, and at times it's nothing more than a
notebook, or it's just the world around, as in the world is our studio.
Saturday night, you see, I experienced a wild soul that was a thankful breath of fresh air
in this surrounding domesticity that seems to have descended upon many of my
encounters recently. Going into a late night 7 Eleven for a 3.2 beer run, the place was
teeming with last minute party people cramming to stock up on goods. I walked back
to the corner of the store, pursuing the cold beverages, when I noticed the door open
and someone's feet sticking out of the cooler and on to the floor.
I walked up and looked down and the person slid out again for another look about.
"Ah, there's no Keystone 30 packs!" he raged. Some young, long-haired guy who
immediately reminded me of Keith Stone.
"Well, there's Busch right over there," said I.
"No, I want Keystone!" he demanded And he opened the door again, slid down to the bottom rack pushing everything around to find his treasure, there were his feet sticking out of the door once more, then he was all the way through and I saw him walking around back and forth all over the back of the cooler. As I reached in to grab some Keystone (now I was sold), I saw him walk by me again through the shelf, back behind the bottles and cans, on his urgent quest in the dark frosty chilliness. I was surprised and a bit impressed by his determination. The cashiers were swamped so they hadn't taken any notice. When we pulled out of the parking lot, I saw him emerge from the store carrying two twelve packs of Keystone. Biggest Keystone fan right there.
I've seen a lot of funny things, and I worked daytime and graveyard shift in a convenience store for a year or so, but I never saw that.
And now- I'd like to say a few things- the Willie Cry Records website is coming along. We'll be adding more and rearranging, someday it may get completely rebuilt top-notch with a whole new style, but I'm liking it as it's coming along.
Also, Stay Wholesome the book is now available in a hardback, though hardbacks are a bit pricey, I know. I never buy hardbacks, but I'd still like one, haha. My publisher tricked me, saying for a limited time offer, if I changed an already published book or if anyone published a book with them, they'd get a free copy. I assumed there would be a catch, but I went ahead and reformatted it, but I couldn't find an option to edit the inner flaps. So I forgot about it until a half hour before the deal was up, went back and there I was able to work out the flaps, but I didn't see the offer anywhere, they were out of the office, they're an hour ahead of here, too, so I was stuck with a hardback. Oh well, that's kind of cool.
Tiny Dude and the Superhamsters is re-edited. Sure it's expensive, but they're crafted just for you and not mass produced.
Enjoy! More soon,
Brett
