bitching and dishing about the perils of the creative life

THELMA You awake?
LOUISE You could call it that. My eyes are open.
THELMA Me too. I feel awake. LOUISE Good.
THELMA Wide awake. I don't remember ever feelin' this awake. Everything looks different. You know what I mean? I know you know what I mean. Everything looks new. Do you feel like that? Like you've got something to look forward to?

-from the final shooting script for Thelma and Louise, by Callie Khouri

01 April 2008

We Cowgirls Rope some Writers

Well, we finally got ourselves a gig. Who says a bunch of writers can't sit around swapping stories like songwriters do? Oh, it's me Thelma.

On Thursday April 17 we'll be at the Garden Cafe, Louise and me, with Dallas based authors Will Clarke and Harry Hunsicker, to trade lies and be general smart-asses, on an actual stage. In case you're unsure of just how smart-assed it's likely to get, have a look at Will's book trailer, which I found on his web site. I don't think he wants us to know too much about him, so his general enigmatic nature alone would be enough to get me out to the Garden Cafe busting with curiosity. I met Harry Hunsicker at one of Melanie's recent book signings, and he was WAY cooler than I thought he would be. I'm convinced he actually plays guitar but so far he won't cop to it. Hell, every guy I know can at least play 'Smoke on the Water' on one string. Maybe we can talk him into it at the April 17 gig.

It's a free show, so we don't plan on taking it overly seriously. Wine will be involved, maybe even champagne since Will just got married in Mexico like, yesterday. I'll be playing songs, mostly, and if I drink enough champagne I might recite one of those sonnets nobody knows I've written. I know. Sonnets? Why???

And Louise IS bringing her fiddle.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Bolero??? Who chose that music, Will?