LADIES AND GENTLERMEN, WE HAVE AN ALBUM!
Did you think it would never happen? Wait. That was me. I thought it would never happen. Because I've always kind of hated poetry albums (is that too taboo to say?) And then there's that cognitive dissonance that happens when you're me, listening to the recorded sound of your own voice, which is a little like a 12-year-old-girl trying to sound 33.
But it occurred to me quite suddenly that I had everything I needed to do it all on my own - my casio, my voice memo recorder on my iPhone, some poems. So I spent a day gathering my thoughts and a few supplies, and taping up that gorgeous photo of Barbara Streisand from the latest V Magazine for inspiration (follow the golden arrow, I just DIED when I saw it,) and turning a corner of my room into a a sweet lo-fi studio, and then the next day I just DID IT. I have to shout the iPhone out for this one. The quality is shocking good under the circumstances.
SO. If you're interested in finally getting your hot hands on some real recordings of me reading poems to my spare-ass casio jams, you are in luck. I have pressed a first run of 40 and will have them with me for this next two weeks of shows. I will find ways to make it available online through this website and possible CD Baby if I decide I really care alot starting June 1st.
Pinking The Moon is a reference to a lot of things. If you've been stalking me on Facebook lately you'll know exactly what I mean. This FIRST EVER CD ENDEAVOR EXPERIENCE has 12 tracks and 3 BONUS TRACKS!!! Everyone loves bonus tracks. So in addition to the poems listed below, you also get to hear a recording of the waterfall in Snoqualmie I visited a while back with the Whirlwind boys (Twin Peaks 4-Ever!), a special sneak "peak" reading of a chapter in my new book coming out this fall on Write Bloody Glitter In The Blood: A Poet's Manifesto for Better Braver Writing, and a track so bonus you'll just have to buy it to get at it's jamness. I have included the list here as an image; if your vision isn't too junky you might be able to read it. If not, make the neighbor kid come over and read it out loud to you.
Anyway. If you are not in Washington DC, or Boston, or NYC, or Austin, this is all just a big tease and I do sincerely apologize for that. I aim to fix it. But in the meantime, it's all buses and balance bars and other very impressive glamorous things like mini tubes of toothpaste; all the really great LIVING that comes with "following your passion," which could just as easily be called "not getting enough sleep" or "wishing you were hanging out with your mom's dog reading All The Pretty Horses on a corduroy couch." Que sera.