I have written about Barry and Michael before. Dancing beautifully up there in Rusk County. These two men have lifted my heart and driven me forward in times of darkness. Grateful to know them, and fun to discover this article with photos.
Barry will chuckle ruefully and tell you the most attention he has attracted recently was because of this.
John and Julie have a new book.
I love to tell the story of how I met John Shimon and Julie Lindemann when we were all in prison. It’s true, although the story loses some of its Johnny Cash punch when I admit we were there working on a story for the New York Times Magazine. It was a few years back (as more and more things are these days). I was writing about the concept of “home” as it relates to prisoners living out a life sentence. John and Julie were shooting the photos. When I approached the prison lobby and saw them waiting, I cringed. There was Johnny in his vintage togs and Julie in what can only be described as a black thrift-store slip plus rhinestoned cat-eye glasses. I was in my standard boots, jeans and t-shirt. Preserve us, I thought, from the artful hipsters.
So I just saw my first finished copy of the new book. Found an error. This happens. The books go through rigorous edits, revisions, copyedits, proofreadings, and generalized scrutiny by a whole team of folks, but inevitably something slips through. (Responsibility for this one, by the way, lies solely with the author.) I don’t mind people pointing out errors (as long as they spare me the gotcha!). In fact, when people draw my attention to these things I like to let everyone know. This one is quite mild and hidden right in plain sight. I’ll wait until the book hits the streets (after April 21) to see if anyone picks up on it. We’ll file it (and any – fingers crossed – others) under the tag “oops!“
I’ll be your shel-tah, indeed.
Just had the privilege of listening to Neil Gaiman speak. If I made a list of all the Neil Gaiman things that evoke my envy and admiration you would still be scrolling down come Tuesday, so let us limit the list to two:
1. His hair.
2. His accent*.
*Beginning now, I shall describe all things insufficient as “dead dodgy,” and I shall do it plummily.
Dug way down deep in a box of old CDs I found in the garage, and now I’m listening to Taylor Dayne: “Tell it to my haaawwt!“ Always figured Taylor sounded like a lady who could bust your heart and toss haybales. Tell you what, watch this video and tell me: Who you want on the hay crew? Taylor, or them two limber fellers?
I figure Taylor (and if you ever loaded a hay wagon, you’ll get this) could stack’em nine high.
If all goes well, I’ll be a phone-in guest for the two shows on Sunday. This is a great little theater in Alma, Wisconsin. It’s cozy in there. These shows are being recorded for future broadcast on Wisconsin Public Radio.
WQOW Interview
This is the uncut version.
$25.00
from $13.50
from $13.50
