Welcoming the 4th print run of Coldwell in the sunshine.
Thanks to all at @roadsongbooks.bsky.social, to everyone who has bought a copy, and to the shops who stocked the novella.
Anyone still wavering...you know what to do.
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The printer engineer is quietly singing My Way to himself as he repairs our machine. This is either a really good sign, or a really bad one.
Almost shot his load all over Tice.
Disbumcobulation?
Want to join in the Road Song?
Or maybe the wretched hangers-on who encourage the bully in the hope of escaping a beating themselves.
Having written a thin book myself, I’m now tempted to try and promote it along the age-defying, time-travelling lines you suggest. Set in the past already, so kind of halfway there.
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Maybe it was a loan. Certainly don’t have a copy myself.
This just in! Turns out @paulhtfp.bsky.social is here after all, and I really should have known that.
My friend Paul (not on BS or I'd tag him) gave me that same edition of The Glittering Prizes in the early 90s. I read it and told him it felt more like a screenplay than a novel. He replied that it was a screenplay first, then a book. This could well have been useful writing experience for me.
I received one only yesterday, purporting to be from an actual literary agent, using a real agent’s name. But the text was the usual AI flannel, and there‘s no way this agent would be using a Gmail address.
Yes!
Road Song Reprints! Collector's note: earlier print runs of Coldwell had smaller spine lettering. Feel free to buy a copy of the new print run, should you aspire to completism.
Also available from @roadsongbooks.bsky.social
Gentle November by Ed Roberts
Into My Arms by @estellephillips.bsky.social
Come on, Peter. You don’t approve of the aristocracy any more than I do.
Walked into Selectadisc when they were on Bridlesmith Gate in Nottingham and heard Garlands by the Cocteau Twins for the first time.
After the shops moved, I walked in a few years later and heard Birthday by the Sugarcubes. Asked both times, bought the record both times.
Skies.
Here it is on the cover of Lucy Newlyn’s poetry collection Ginnel (Carcanet, 2005).
Could be worse. I’ve seen both, but only because of a Monochrome Set compilation and a Pale Fountains song.
1. Westwood sky.
2. Westwood dandelion.
3. Henbit deadnettle.
4. Work in progress.
#saturdaynightsalrightforwriting
Fingers crossed for quicksand.
Three Dog Night?
I don’t, but was hoping someone had at least grouped the themes, concerns and frequent words.
Got home and remembered this book, which is an 800 page monster, but considers each song in turn. But lyrical analysis isn’t the main focus.
Pooh Reed and Piggy Pop are being visited by their friend Lion Eno. They have selected my cooking soundtrack.
Yes. TMII is the way in, although you’re right about Stateside. Baby Can Dance got me into the first one. A friend remarked last year that the TM albums sound like better records now than when they were released.
Every weekend between January and June has to submit a bid package the previous November. But the whole thing’s a fix, because one of the same few weekends wins every year.
Fair enough, but I have learned to love it (or they forced me to be free). Doddle, compared with Tin Machine. Managed that too, mind.
Has anyone done an academic study of the lyrics, I wonder?
Oo-er is human.
With any luck.