friday i MCed the SW Lauden Replacements-inspired mystery novel short story collection
did i know what i was doing? do i ever?
most of life is being on time.
the rest is being black and proud.
i was incredible. the writers/readers were too.
we even had a guy who skyped in from Scotland to read.
turned out it was his idea, he got the book deal, and it wouldnta happened without him.
also his story was great.
afterwards some of our friends played replacements songs and it was beautiful
weird thing about my friends: we all love the Replacements soooooo much, but for some reason it’s like an unspoken rule that you dont cover them you dont sing them at hootenannys and you dont really even talk about them very much
but when this book came out i guess a few of them were all, lets learn some tunes and rock that shit
it was dylan, greg and marko
marko was a local santa barbara teen who stumbled across our friends and befriended them
he placed bass in Popsicko which was fronted by Keith Brown (RIP) who went to high school with coulter, greg, and dan
he said something really nice at the beginning, he said, a lot of these guys have known each other since freshman year of college
and a few have known each other since high school so it’s really great to be around them
because these songs mean so much to all of them.
so true. so very true.
afterwards i got a few tacos at a taco stand, then ubered for a while.
the problem for those of us who loved the replacements was
so, you make a ridiculously wonderful kickass punk rock record
that also has some of the sweetest saddest songs ever (Unsatisfied, Sixteen Blue, Answering Machine)
and all of these other records by lessors make so much more money and get so much more fame.
what are we supposed to learn from this? that great art will not always be met with financial reward and/or popular appeal
unless you’re Led Zeppelin?
sorry but most of us aren’t Jimmy Page.
not that we’re Paul Westerberg neither, but we’re a lot closer to those drunken sloppy bums than the devil worshiping skinny brits.
well three decades later the lesson now is dont count your rotten eggs until theyre hatched
because nowadays The Replacements might not be getting any more airplay or video play but they can go to any festival that they want and pretty much headline on the strength of the material they made in the 80s.
and go home with a mountain of money and take the rest of the week off.
so maybe page and plant were right when they said Your Time Is Gonna Come.
sadly that message was delivered on an answering machine that had run outta tape, so we were sweating it.