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“High-Concept.”

July 5, 2008 · 3 Comments

*sigh* Those two words, when spoken together, make me cringe. When I hear them, I immediately feel invisible pressure coming from invisible editors, who want me to pitch them something that isn’t boring…something that’s not the same damn thing they hear all day, every day…something that’s high-concept.

I’ve always kinda thought that was just a buzz idea and nothing more. I mean, duh — everyone wants to pitch their story in a way that makes it sound immediately compelling and makes the editors’ eyes fill with little floaters in the shape of dollar signs. That’s high-concept, right?

Two of the fabulous authors-in-waiting on my fabulous Goal in a Month loop found this article about high-concept stories and then this one. I think the articles are pretty good. They actually define the term in a way that’s substantive, a way I can wrap my little brain around. For example, the first article contends that a story can either be pitched as high-concept, or it can’t, in which case its power is all in the execution. I can certainly relate to that. Both articles also make it clear that, whether or not a story is character-driven, if it’s high-concept, it’s most certainly plot-driven.

Okay, got it. Thank you for putting it in terms I understand. But the articles still make me sigh with disappointment. In the first, the author cites Pulp Fiction, Star Wars and Sideways as stories that could never have a high-concept pitch because they’re basically too quirky, with an appeal that’s too potentially narrow. I think he’s wrong about Star Wars; I think that’s as high-concept as they come, though don’t ask me to write the three-sentence high-concept pitch for it! But as for the other two, I know just what he means, and I’m filled with annoyed disappointment. Both are just the type of story I love, the type I want to read and write.

I mean, I guess I’ll just never write high-concept. When I think of it like that, it’s easy to shrug and move on. But I gotta admit, I wish I could. And then that annoys me, because I feel like I’m playing Their game (whoever They is). And then that further annoys me, because I want to play the game. I want to get published, and published again.

Okay, I’m going to go work on my high-concept pitch for my WIP. Wish me luck. I hope you get a lot out of those two articles, too.

Love, Catherine

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Astrology and the presidential race

July 1, 2008 · 2 Comments

Recently, we’ve been discussing the twelve signs of the zodiac on my local RWA chapter’s email loop. It’s fun to see who’s got Gemini, the sign of the writer, in their charts, or Libra, the sign of romance. And both of those are Air signs, the element that’s all about intellect and communication — writing, natch!

When Aquarius came up — the sign of the visionary, of progressive thought and change, of working on behalf of the people, of broad-scale political, social or cultural movements — one of our group wondered about the astrological signs of the presidential candidates. Immediately I was reminded of the 2000 election, when I was assigned at work to write an analysis of the then-candidates’ birth charts — Gore’s, Lieberman’s, Bush’s and Cheney’s. I’ve never forgotten how downright scary Bush’s and Cheney’s charts were. Bush is a Cancer, sign of home, patriotism, tradition and family. Not at all scary, until you put it together with many different aspects in his chart that point to intense insecurities and a deep, driving need to prove to his father, George Sr., that he’s a big man, too. Basically, GDub wanted that presidency so he could show up his dad. And Cheney’s chart is full of indicators of violence, aggression, a drive for power and a lack of conscience regarding other people’s feelings or the consequences of his actions. Back in 2000, I already knew I didn’t want those guys in office, but looking at their charts just scared me. And then I was grimly unsurprised as the next eight years unfolded, full of senseless wars based on false, twisted information, government funding ruthlessly cut from programs that help kids, women, war veterans and the elderly, and even Cheney shooting someone in the face and then essentially blaming it on the victim.

Boy, don’t even get me started about that stuff. But when my ARWA friend posted about presidential Sun signs, of course, I had to get on Wikipedia to check.

Here’s what I found: Aquarius and Scorpio are tied as the #1 signs of presidents! Five presidents have been Aquarians and five have been Scorpios.

Of course, there’s way, way more to a person’s birth chart than their Sun sign. But those stats are interesting to me. Aquarius makes sense, since it’s about progressive thought and working on behalf of the people. Scorpio makes sense too, since it’s about deep, intense power and change. Scorpio wants to dominate other people, and believes it holds the key to truth and the power of the universe. (Hillary Clinton is a Scorpio.) And who knows? That sign is ruled by Pluto. Maybe Scorpio really is the most quietly powerful, insightful astrological sign of the zodiac. It’s certainly the sign of therapists and healers — people who make it their life’s work to delve deeply into other people’s problems and help them heal and transform themselves.

The next most common presidential signs, representing four presidents each, are Cancer, Libra, Taurus and Pisces. This surprised me. Cancer makes sense, since, like I said above, it’s about home (including patriotism and the home front), tradition and protection. And Libra makes sense, since it’s about justice and partnerships. (Bill Clinton, though not a Libra, has a lot of Libra in his chart, and everyone knows what a huge influence his wife was on his actions and policies while he was in office.) But Taurus? Taurus is all about self-indulgence, pleasure, being grounded and practical, and enjoying life. I should know. I’m a Taurus, and I couldn’t be bothered to rule a country as huge and diverse as ours! I’d rather sit in the shade and smell flowers (that’s a Ferdinand the Bull reference, in case you didn’t catch it). And Pisces is incredibly sensitive and indecisive, both qualities that I’d think would impede a president’s effectiveness. Those Taurean and Piscean presidents must have had Aquarius, Scorpio or Leo prominent in their charts.

Interestingly, of all those top presidential signs, all but one (Pisces) are are either Cardinal signs (Cancer and Libra) or Fixed signs (Taurus, Scorpio and Aquarius). This, too, makes sense: the Cardinal signs (which also include Aries and Capricorn) are self-starters, and they also motivate others. They’re the ones who possess the inner fire and determination to be a leader. And Fixed signs (which also include Leo) are the ones with the endurance and determination it takes to see a long, grueling project through to the end — like, say, a career in politics that builds to a bid for the presidency of the United States.

Only three presidents have been Leos. I would’ve thought it would be a lot more than that. Leos are the King of the Jungle, the natural leaders and protectors of the zodiac. Bill Clinton is a Leo, as is Barack Obama, whose Jupiter is at 0 degrees Aquarius — a very karmic placement that’s all about progress, expansion, and good luck that comes through networks, large groups of people, and major causes or movements. And no one could deny that Barack’s presidential bid has mobilized a huge group of people who feel hopeful for the first time in years about taking this country in a new, better direction.

Incidentally, both Bill and Barack have both Sun and Mercury in Leo, which doubles their urges to lead powerfully through communication and charisma. George W. Bush also has Mercury in Leo — he also wants to communicate powerfully and have everyone listen. Unfortunately, he got his wish, and there are countless videos on YouTube chronicling his many, many verbal gaffes.

Ronald Reagan was one of the five Aquarian presidents. He certainly brought about major changes during his time in office, but progressive? I guess that depends on your perspective. Big Business is probably pretty happy about Reagan’s forward-thinking ideas on its behalf.

I also would have thought there would be more Capricorns on the list, since Caps are the ones who work so hard and want so much to impress everyone. Like Leos, they’re natural leaders, and their innate logic and conservatism could make for a good president. (I mean conservatism not in the political sense, but in the sense of someone who can make good, cautious decisions about conserving natural resources, for example, or finances, or whatever. That kind of conservatism. And how is it that Republican and conservative are used almost interchangeably these days, but there’s hardly a Republican in office who’s an environmental conservationist OR who knows how to conserve funds instead of spending them recklessly on war, war and more war?)

Anyway, there have also been four Pisces presidents, and three Sagittarians. These are Mutable signs (along with Gemini and Virgo) — the signs that are flexible and know how to change with the times, but may lack decisiveness or follow-through. Pisces possesses certain visionary qualities, though, plus innate compassion, which would come in handy for a president. And Sagittarius is the sign of the pioneer, and presidents have to have a pioneering spirit.

If Ba-ROCK THE VOTE! Obama takes the presidency this fall, he’ll be the fourth Leo president. If McCain does, he’ll be the third Virgo president.

Based on the Sun-sign factor alone, I’m thinking Obama’s odds look much, much better. ;-)

Love, Catherine

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I done got tagged!

June 23, 2008 · 9 Comments

Oh, blog tags… I always wanted to be tagged by someone, and it never seemed to happen. Then, not that long ago, I discovered that my friend Alyssa Goodnight had tagged me a LONG time ago (here, back in October ’06) — too long ago, really, for me to ride that wave.

Then I just found that the lovely Laurie Cosbey tagged me nearly two months ago, and I had no idea. That’s how far my head’s been stuck up my… Well, you know.

So, Laurie’s tag is for listing six random things about me. Of course, being a word knurd and a statistician’s daughter too, my first thought is — But how can I make sure they’re really random? So I’ll just spew out the first six About Mes that come to my brain. Here goes:

1. I grew up doing probability problems at the dinner table with my statistician father. I hated math growing up, because I was two years ahead in it in school, and probably shouldn’t have been. So I took my last math class, pre-calculus, in 10th grade, and was so happy to be free of that source of stress. (My college had unusual requirements that allowed me to avoid math completely.) Now I love math. When I play music with my band, I plot out the song in my head in numbers and geometrical patterns.

2. I don’t want to frequent Starbucks for political reasons (Austin has always had lots of independent coffee shops, and their numbers are dwindling big-time), and I didn’t frequent them for a long time. And yet, lately, well…their coffee is just! so! good! Someday my politics will align with my tastebuds.

3. I tell my dogs I love them about 64 times a day. (That’s probably pretty accurate.) I tell Erik about 10 times a day, not because I love him any less, but because he speaks English and would probably get pretty sick of it if I upped the daily “I love you”s to 64.

4. I’ve been jogging for about 9 years; I “like” to jog (in theory); I want to be a jogger; and yet, it never gets any easier. I still rip my heart and lungs out to jog a 3-mile stretch, 2 or 3 times a week.

5. I just finished reading Libba Bray’s A Great and Terrible Beauty, and loved it. Now I want to go devour the sequels.

6. Hmm, maybe I should try to make this a good one… But then it’s not random! Um… Well, OK, here’s one that YOU will probably think is random, even if it didn’t come to me randomly: I’ve watched Dirty Dancing 134 times that I’ve counted, and countless other times besides. (I stopped counting at 134 because it started seeming just a wee bit ridiculous.) I’ve been in love with Patrick Swayze since I was about eight and he was in that great TV miniseries, North and South. I had this really incredible sexual fantasy about him back then; you know what it was? I’d eat dinner and get ready for bed…I’d walk upstairs to my room, and open the door…and there Patrick would be, lying on my bed, fully clothed, his head propped up on his hand…and he’d smile and say hello. WHEW. That was a hot fantasy, when I was eight! About as hot as I could handle!

That’s my six. That last one was hardly random, since it pretty much defines me as a person (heh — and how lucky am I that Erik isn’t at all threatened by my Patrick-love?). Anyway, Now I tag

Alyssa Goodnight

Heather Foeh

Lexi Connor

Michelle McGinnis

Nicole Reillan

and Bianca Regan

because all those women are going to be well-known and -loved authors someday. Two of them — Alyssa and Bianca — are well on their way already, via the self-publishing route.

The rules:

• Link to the person who tagged you — me!

• Post the rules on your blog

• Write six random things about yourself

• Tag six random bloggers by linking to their blogs

• Leave comments on their sites to let them know they’ve been tagged

• Let your tagger know when your entry is up

Can’t wait to read everyone’s not-necessarily-random things!

Love, Catherine

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Update: Danskin, wedding reception, book clubs and gay marriage!

June 19, 2008 · 3 Comments

Hey, hi, how are ya??

A lot’s been going on lately. Erik and I had our long-overdue wedding reception the other weekend, and it was so fun! Our families came from all over — we had folks in town from Boston, LA, east Texas, north Texas, west Texas, oh, and CHINA — yes, my brother and sister-in-law came all the way from Beijing! All our dear friends were there too, including my bff from college, Genevieve, and her husband and kiddies.

Miraculously, it wasn’t too hot the afternoon and evening of the party, plus we had three kegs of beer to keep us cool. (But I didn’t drink any — I stuck to water all evening, because I was doing the Danskin triathlon the next morning. More on that in a sec.) Both my bands played — Fine-Fifteen and Peas & Hominy — and three of our friends’ bands: sexy, Tom-Waits-esque wailing by the Catfish Hunters, loud, wild and hilarious hijinks by Camp X-Ray, and beautiful, haunting melodies by Dave and Ryoko (I don’t think they have a MySpace!).

I made our wedding cake using this recipe. Several people who commented on the recipe found the cake too dry, as did I. But the flavor was just wonderful. I added some citrus flavoring to the buttercream frosting, too, so it was a citrus-y extravaganza. Here are some pics, starting with me and my lovely baker friend Shawn:

Yep, I really used that much butter.

And that many eggs! Here’s the nearly final product (I finished it off with some thin slices of lemon and lime around each of the tiers):

So anyway, I went to bed at 1:30 a.m. after the wedding party, and got up a few hours later to do the Danskin tri. I knew it’d be rough, but I also knew if I didn’t do it, I’d really feel like I missed out. I loved last year’s Danskin so much, and I just wanted that great experience again.

It was really dang hard. I finished in my slowest tri time ever — 2:08 — due to a combination of things: I didn’t train enough in the weeks before the race; I certainly didn’t sleep enough the night before; and it was crazy windy the morning of the event! I had to pedal hard just to get downhill on the bike course! Sheesh.

Still, it was wonderful, and I’m glad I did it, and especially glad to do it with my two friends Aubrey and Beth, who are both just madly cool, talented, tough ladies. These are the same ladies who set me up with my husband, Erik, almost four years ago, so they’ll always hold a sweet spot in my heart for that reason alone.

My friend Esme and I started a new YA book reading club!! We read Nancy Farmer’s House of the Scorpion, which was really weird and creepy and interesting. Next up is either Libba Bray’s A Great and Terrible Beauty or maybe M.T. Anderson’s The Astonishing Life of Octavian Nothing, Traitor to the Nation.

And now, on to gay marriage. I’ve been so happy over the past few weeks, reading about California legalizing gay marriage, and New York pledging to honor the legal marriages of any couples, straight or gay, married in California (or Massachusetts, where gay marriage is also legal).

This video especially touched me. Those ladies have been together for over fifty years! And they finally get to have the same legal rights as other long-lasting, committed couples! Hooray!

It really makes me happy to see progress like this, even one slow, small step at a time.

Oh, and finally I have a pic of Monske and his hyena/unicorn-esque hairdo:

Here’s one more of him looking beautiful (with haircut a bit grown out):

That’s all I got for now. I hope you’re doing great.

Love, Catherine

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Coincidence? I think not…

May 23, 2008 · 8 Comments

The full moon on Monday night was in Scorpio. I’m a Taurus, which means Scorpio is my opposite sign — my complement and my shadow, the sign that makes me most uncomfortable, because it’s everything I’m not…and everything I need. To make this theme even more pronounced, my North Node lies in Scorpio, and my South in Taurus, which means I’m supposed to move away from Taurean themes in this life — physical sensuality, comfort, laziness, possessiveness, momentary pleasures — and move toward Scorpionic themes like deep feelings and self-analysis, intensity of passion and transformation, etc., etc., blah blah blah.

I kinda hate Scorpio. Too damn intense, and too much vindictiveness. I like things to be simple, easy, straightforward. No hidden agendas, hidden urges, hidden rage.

On the other hand, I’m extremely self-analytical, and I think my feelings run pretty damn deep and intense as well. And I’m constantly working to improve myself and my life, kind of to a fault (just ask Erik). But maybe that’s more Virgo-esque. I dunno.


Anyway, I had a very strange, freaky experience right after that Scorpio full moon, an experience that has stayed with me for days; and whether directly or indirectly, it touches on all the Scorpionic themes that scare me the most — vindictiveness, revenge, passionate anger; basically, Scorpio’s shadow side.

Whatever; it’s okay. I’m fine. I protected myself.

But last night, at my friend’s house, I got stung by a scorpion on my foot. Feet are ruled by Pisces, which is a Water sign, like Scorpio. Water signs are the emotional signs — the “still waters run deep” signs. As Scorpio is the sign of the scorpion, Pisces is the sign of the fish. And this morning, when I went to Barton Springs to swim laps, an aggressive fish bit the shit out of my ankle. It really hurt, and it left a bite-mark about the size of a silver dollar.

So, you decide — Scorpio, scorpion, Pisces, fish, emotion, rage, vindictiveness, revenge, being stung, being bitten… Is this a coincidence?

I think not…

I hope you’re doing well, and being bitten or stung by no one.

Love, Catherine

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Oh, um, hi.

May 11, 2008 · 15 Comments

It’s so nice to see you! Thank you for checking in on me!

Look, I’ve been in a cave for over a month. A good cave. A plush, comfortable cave with good lighting and lots of red velvet throw pillows, and homemade hibiscus-mint tea. Yes, this is the Writing Cave. And when I’m in it, the idea of blogging…just doesn’t appeal. I wish blogging and writing my manuscripts weren’t mutually exclusive, but that seems to be the way it is, for me. If I’m doing one consistently, the other languishes.

Do you know how long it’s been since I finished a complete manuscript? It’s been over a year. I used to write at least two complete mss. per year, and usually more. Then, 2007 happened. People keep saying things like, “Of course you didn’t write last year — you bought a house and got married. You had enough on your mind.” Yeah, but writers write. That’s kind of the whole thing about it. A writer who isn’t writing, or I guess I should say a writer who isn’t writing effectively, is a discombobulated, stressed out half-human.

Anyway, I feel great about my almost-completed story, a young-adult mystery. I’ll tell you more later, when it’s published. It may be a while, since first I have to get an agent, then I have to sell the book, etc., etc. I’ll keep you posted.

Since last we visited, some other exciting things have happened, too. I bought a new car — a sand-colored Toyota Prius!

So far I’m only getting about 44 mpg, and I’m PISSED. I wanted 46!!! hahaha. Today Erik and I went for a bike ride, and I realized driving a Prius is exactly analogous to riding a bike, if gas consumption = calorie consumption (you know, pedaling). When you’re going up a hill, you’re using up the most gas/calories. Then you get up to your top speed and coast along for a while, and your consumption drops. Going down a hill, it drops even lower. OK, got it.

I gave my dog Monske his summer hairdo, which is basically an all-over quarter-inch buzz cut, but I leave a nice, long mohawk down the back of his head that extends onto his back toward his tail. He always ends up looking like a hyena (like this:

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or maybe like a unicorn sans horn (here’s a unicorn avec horn:

)

UPDATE:

Here’s a pic of Monske with his ’do:

So what say you: Unicorn or hyena?

I ran the Capitol 10,000, a 10K (6.1-mile) race, with my best friend Lisa. That’s the farthest I’ve run in about 10 years. I loved it. It rained on us the whole time. I felt stronger than I do during my usual 3-mile runs. Lisa and I held hands as we crossed the finish line. It was just wunnerful.

I’ve also learned a couple of things recently:

• It’s really hard to overcook a hard-boiled egg. I left mine on the stove for AN HOUR. And they were basically fine.

• There’s a certain category of manufactured items that reliably fall under the heading of “You Get What You Pay For.” These items include food scales; pedometers; water shoes; cycling shorts; and heart rate monitors. If you want one of these items, go ahead and splurge on the high-quality, expensive version. Then you won’t waste money on the cheaper one, which you’ll just end up putting in the donation pile shortly after purchasing it.

That’s about it.

Love, Catherine

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It’s (check out my friend) Hump Day — time for a massage!

April 2, 2008 · 6 Comments

If you’re in the Austin area, you should get a massage, tout de suite.

And I know just who should give it to you. See, I’ve got this lovely friend, Hannah. She just had a lovely little son a few months ago, and now she’s ready to get back to work, doing what she loves and does best: Massaging your tired limbs into a state of deep, pure and utter relaxation.

Here’s what Hannah has to say about her massage therapy business:

Dear friends,

I’m writing to tell you — and everyone you know! — that I’m back in the massage business. Our beautiful baby boy is 3 months old and in fine shape, and it’s time for me to get back to giving you — and everyone you know! — those massages you’ve been missing.

Not only are my Swedish massages fabulously relaxing, I am also well-versed in deep massage to erase your long-held tension. Hurt your elbow pitching horseshoes? Talk to me about a sports massage! Interested in clearing out those stagnant meridians? Just wait ’til I get you on my shiatsu mat! And my favorite, now the focus of my practice: pre- and post-natal massage. This past fall I became certified in bodywork for the childbearing year, and I’m excited to put those new skills to use by supporting moms and moms-to-be through pregnancy and birth.

I’ll be scheduling sessions at the East-West Family Health Center — a new center started by a midwife and an acupuncturist, in two cute little houses at 2500 and 2502 Manor Road — a few evenings during the week, as well as Saturday and Sunday during daytime hours. I do need 24 hours’ advance notice to make appointments there. Introductory rates are in full effect, only $50 for the first 60-minute session — and when you refer two new clients, I’ll say ‘thank you’ with a free hour of massage!

To schedule a session, you — and everybody you know! — can call me at 512-293-5100.

I’ve been lucky enough to have a couple of massages from Hannah. Oooh — I’m feeling all relaxed and luscious just thinking about it. She’s really good — the perfect soft-yet-firm touch. So if you’re a stressed-out Austinite and you’d like a massage from a really cool, down-to-earth lady, call Hannah to schedule your massage. And if you know a stressed-out Austinite, call Hannah and make an appointment for your buddy. They’ll surely thank you for it.

Love, Catherine

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It’s Wednesday, y’all, check out my friend!

March 26, 2008 · 4 Comments

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Yesterday I featured my friend Sherry Thomas, whose first book, Private Arrangements, just hit the shelves. Today I’d like to go a little more into why this is such a great book.

If Sherry’s cover quotes from great and famous writers like Eloisa James or her excellent reviews don’t convince you, well, you must be quite cynical and hard to convince of anything. Still, I’ll try to sway you myself.

Private Arrangements is one of those books I wish I could’ve written myself, and I don’t even write historical romance. I don’t read it that much, either, but PA doesn’t feel quaint or dated in the least. It feels fresh and urgent, sensual and sexual, and full of tension and dark, rich promise. The writing is just incredible. Sherry claims she didn’t learn to speak English till moving to the US as a young teenager, armed with a big, fat dictionary; and maybe that dictionary is why her vocabulary and syntax are better than those of most native speakers. Her writing is the kind that makes you want to read slowly, so you can savor every expertly chosen word, even as you want to speed ahead and inhale the book so you’ll know what happens.

One of my favorite things about PA is it’s a true romance, in an age of hybrids (erotic paranormal historicals, anyone? No? How about a werewolf chick lit featuring vampire teenagers in turn-of-the-century France?). If you’re at all tuned in to the publishing world, it seems like agents and editors are searching for ever bigger, better, weirder morphings of traditional romantic subgenres, in an effort to regain readers’ slipping attention… And then Private Arrangements comes along, and proves that a good, old-fashioned, solid romance-to-the-core is still incredibly satisfying.

Not to say that PA is traditional or old-fashioned. Its premise is pretty unusual in romance — a hero and heroine on the verge of divorce at the start of the book, both having cheated on each other and been estranged for over a decade. And that’s just the beginning.

You’ll just have to read it for yourself. If you haven’t yet bought the book, do so within the next two weeks and enter this contest, in which Sherry is awarding an advance copy of her next book, Delicious, to three lucky readers. Delicious looks to be just that — delicious, scrumptious, absolutely, sensuously edible — and I can’t wait to read it. It comes out this summer.

Love, Catherine

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Congratulations, Sherry Thomas!!!

March 25, 2008 · 1 Comment

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My good friend Sherry Thomas has her first book, Private Arrangements, coming out today! Woo-hoo!!!

Congratulations, Sherry! We’ve waited a long time for this day, and the book is so good. I want you to run out and buy a copy, stat. And if you’re in the Austin area, you should come have it signed by Sherry herself on Saturday, April 5, at 1 p.m. at the B Dalton bookstore at Highland Mall.

More on this subject tomorrow, which, as you know, will be another Check Out My Friend Wednesday

Love, Catherine

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Best show in town.

March 24, 2008 · 4 Comments

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Last night my band played at the Hole in the Wall with the Total Foxes and the Catfish Hunters. I’ve been friends with Jerm and L.B. for quite some time, so I was mildly excited, though it was late Sunday night and I was tired. I knew what to expect. Or so I thought.

But now I done gone and been electrocuted! The Catfish Hunters done electrocuted me!

Picture this: L.B. Deyo swinging and swaying on a chair, hips first, half-full pitcher of beer in one hand — cuz he already drank the other half, and is working hard on the next one — and one of those old-school, stylish, metal microphones in the other hand. You know, those mics that look like a ’57 Cadillac, the kind that Elvis crooned into at Sun Records half a century ago. Anyway, L.B.’s wearing all black, except for the beautiful red roses stitched to his Western-style shirt, and amber-lensed glasses with gold wire rims. And he’s belting out lyrics that are poetic, manly, sensitive, heartbreaking, hilarious and crass all at once, and he sings like a guy who’s got a lot more soul than any white boy from New York has any right to. Back behind L.B., Jerm is making beautiful melodies come out of some Yamaha-type keyboard, another quiet and sensible-looking young man is studiously bent over his lap steel, which sounds like the prettiest slide guitar you’ll ever hear, and another fine young gentleman is on drums, occasionally emitting backup vocals that make me laugh, and wearing an electric-blue jumpsuit.

Yep, we were really proud to play with them last night. The Total Foxes rocked my socks, too, but then we played and couldn’t hear ourselves in the monitors, so we had a momentary spell of disillusionment; and then the Catfish Hunters set up their drums and keyboard and lap steel guitar, and made me think about things a married lady shouldn’t.

If you’re in the Austin area or inside a record store, you should check ’em out!

Love, Catherine

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