Radio Show Friday, Odeon postmortum
I'm doing an hour on Nevada public radio tomorrow, Friday, from 9 a.m.-10 a.m., KNPR-FM, 88.9 on your FM dial, out of Las Vegas but apparently hearable throughout the state and into some parts of California. One of the book's linchpin characters, Burning Man founder and leader Larry Harvey, will be on the show with me. (We are both doing this by phone, not in a studio together.) Please listen with care and attention.
The Odeon release party and reading was...well...it exceeded any wildest dream I could ever have had as a daydreaming youth in the sticks, dreaming mightily about my first book's first big-city release party. I must thank the characters from the book who did dramatic readings of their own dialogue (and frequently wild extemporaneous ramblings connected to that dialogue): Chicken John, Justin Atwood (Jarico Reese), Flash, and the always-late Jim Mason, who showed up after it was all over and rambled into the mic for a very long time. He didn't care if anyone was listening, and that makes him a true pro.
Thanks to the Odeon's Phoenix and Jenner for tending bar and managing sound and making feel welcome. Linda Lagunas, a real book professional, stepped up from the bar and told me my book sign sucked and the placement sucked and out of her enormous kindness of her enormous heart set up a beautiful book booth and sold the hell out of them for me all evening long.
Enormous thanks to Daniel Browning Smith, the Amazing Rubberboy, for being the best opening act a book reader could hope for. Thanks to everyone who said hello, bought a book (all 41 of you!), and helped make me feel like a rock star for the night. Especially those of you out in the darkness who laughed at the funny parts.
The afterparty in Jim's backyard was especially perfectly amazingly wonderful. Thanks Jim, Marlene, Rosanna, Dominique, Che, Katy, Cal. It was really in the top 10 best nights of my life. Had I known it could be like this, I'd have written a book years ago.
The Odeon release party and reading was...well...it exceeded any wildest dream I could ever have had as a daydreaming youth in the sticks, dreaming mightily about my first book's first big-city release party. I must thank the characters from the book who did dramatic readings of their own dialogue (and frequently wild extemporaneous ramblings connected to that dialogue): Chicken John, Justin Atwood (Jarico Reese), Flash, and the always-late Jim Mason, who showed up after it was all over and rambled into the mic for a very long time. He didn't care if anyone was listening, and that makes him a true pro.
Thanks to the Odeon's Phoenix and Jenner for tending bar and managing sound and making feel welcome. Linda Lagunas, a real book professional, stepped up from the bar and told me my book sign sucked and the placement sucked and out of her enormous kindness of her enormous heart set up a beautiful book booth and sold the hell out of them for me all evening long.
Enormous thanks to Daniel Browning Smith, the Amazing Rubberboy, for being the best opening act a book reader could hope for. Thanks to everyone who said hello, bought a book (all 41 of you!), and helped make me feel like a rock star for the night. Especially those of you out in the darkness who laughed at the funny parts.
The afterparty in Jim's backyard was especially perfectly amazingly wonderful. Thanks Jim, Marlene, Rosanna, Dominique, Che, Katy, Cal. It was really in the top 10 best nights of my life. Had I known it could be like this, I'd have written a book years ago.
<< Home