Did I mention it's in *really* nice font?
So I have just seen the final version of my... *ahem* the Bob & Ray CD liner notes. Which my article appears in. Which OH DID I MENTION I AM INSANELY HAPPY ABOUT THIS?
Because I so am. Tempered only slightly by the Grandshoes' refusal to get into the spirit of the thing during a recent visit, especially once they found out I wasn't getting paid. Yes, yes, I was probably a bit naiive and should've held out for more than a 'cultural critic' credit. On the other hand, I now have liner notes, whereas you guys have a weekly trip to Swiss Chalet Chick'n'Ribs to argue over who ordered the vegetables and why they don't allow you an extra baked potato with your value meal.
...um, sorry. I do realise they're, like, eighty-nine. The Peterborough Experience generally tends to have that effect on me -- kind of the same effect that Idol forums do. Eventually, I snap and start blurting random stuff in self-defense of my sanity. Because there is no straight-faced way to handle the news that your elderly Aunty has run right out and bought wedges of actual sod to replace the burned spots on your Grandfather's lawn, and they are now in her trunk. The sod, not the burned spots. Oh, and by the way, could I look up The Magic Google to find out how one installs fresh sod?
Anyway, liner note squee. It's beautiful, really. Elegant font and everything. My words, in actual print -- this remains a significantly different feeling from seeing them online; I don't know why that should be exactly, but there you go.
And I will never have to proofread them again. This thing is becoming the adult equivalent of that speech on Canada geese I gave in the eighth grade, that made it to the school semifinals; a beloved memory of a literary success, except that why, exactly, is becoming increasingly fuzzy. "The Canada goose is the most popular goose in Canada..."
Especially since this thing is designed to be read and appreciated almost exclusively by experts. (Face it, not a huge market out there for 'Ooh, Bob & Ray? Sounds fresh and funky! I'll make a playlist!") You know 'pee shyness'? I think I have article shyness, sort of. I didn't quite expect anybody to be looking.
Still... my words. In elegant font. On account of I am a 'thoughtful' cultural critic.
Life is good.
Because I so am. Tempered only slightly by the Grandshoes' refusal to get into the spirit of the thing during a recent visit, especially once they found out I wasn't getting paid. Yes, yes, I was probably a bit naiive and should've held out for more than a 'cultural critic' credit. On the other hand, I now have liner notes, whereas you guys have a weekly trip to Swiss Chalet Chick'n'Ribs to argue over who ordered the vegetables and why they don't allow you an extra baked potato with your value meal.
...um, sorry. I do realise they're, like, eighty-nine. The Peterborough Experience generally tends to have that effect on me -- kind of the same effect that Idol forums do. Eventually, I snap and start blurting random stuff in self-defense of my sanity. Because there is no straight-faced way to handle the news that your elderly Aunty has run right out and bought wedges of actual sod to replace the burned spots on your Grandfather's lawn, and they are now in her trunk. The sod, not the burned spots. Oh, and by the way, could I look up The Magic Google to find out how one installs fresh sod?
Anyway, liner note squee. It's beautiful, really. Elegant font and everything. My words, in actual print -- this remains a significantly different feeling from seeing them online; I don't know why that should be exactly, but there you go.
And I will never have to proofread them again. This thing is becoming the adult equivalent of that speech on Canada geese I gave in the eighth grade, that made it to the school semifinals; a beloved memory of a literary success, except that why, exactly, is becoming increasingly fuzzy. "The Canada goose is the most popular goose in Canada..."
Especially since this thing is designed to be read and appreciated almost exclusively by experts. (Face it, not a huge market out there for 'Ooh, Bob & Ray? Sounds fresh and funky! I'll make a playlist!") You know 'pee shyness'? I think I have article shyness, sort of. I didn't quite expect anybody to be looking.
Still... my words. In elegant font. On account of I am a 'thoughtful' cultural critic.
Life is good.