Profiled by L Magazine.
Profiled by Willow Springs (2 new lists of mine appear in their new issue #64 along with Kim Chinquee, Dean Young, Jeremy Voight, etc, one of the lists is available online at the profile)
edited Ocho 25
had 12th Evenson Fugue State review appear at Dogzplot for 'The Third Factor'
review project also mentioned in interview with Evenson by Drew Toal at Bookslut
in Atlanta on the near halfway mark of the Dollar Store, having too good a time to even begin to explain really, van of freaks! You can get a good feed of brief freakisms from our Dollar Store twitter.
read at a mall bookstore as a result of a late booking and a notreallyliterary town, it was still fun reading among $100 handbags, Peter Cole kicked it out, Todd Dills sang, we drank way too much and set the bar for drinking to the point of partygirlisms every single evening thus far, went to a honky tonk, watched a band play Johnny Cash and repeat between every song "this is real country music, can't hear this on the radio," tried to go to a live nude karaoke event, failed, 3 hrs of sleep, threw up on side of road on way out of town
ate crazy good BBQ served by a guy who grunted like Sling Blade and wouldnt talk, went to best truck stop ever in the spirit of Willie Nelson, ate breakfast tacos in a full meal for $2.50, Texas wins in the food world, had a standing room only reading, saw some old friends, 2 day taco count = 9, 2 day beer count = ?
Gene Morgan Ryan Call party, more tacos, another great reading freakshow crowd outside of the best artbook boutique I've ever seen, Gene read a prayer that has henceforth protected our barky asses, got crunk and screamed "Bicycle Birthday!" at girls in the bar carrying bikes, drank abstinthe, wished I had not drank absinthe, laughed a lot, debate over whether its Kool Aid Man or Kool Aid Guy, slept in a small room with 8 people
In New Orleans
best food of whole trip soul food yumm, great reading for smaller crowd but good one, listened to rap made by 11 year olds, switched to liquor over beer for feeling fatboy, went into French quarter late in the evening, drank quite a bit too much, screamed about eating babies next to a table of scared locals who transcribed, big red drinks, ended in assdancing club till 3 am, some male dude rubbed his dick on me in an attempted courting ritual, watched assshaking and weird dj woman, shitty thugrap makes the good dance
more on these things later, now we're here back in my hometown with the van's AC half out and enjoying it that way, tonight is Atlanta, if you are here please come, Atlanta Scorch Atlas release party n whatnot!