I know the rest of your post is more intriguing, but this part struck me: "The Swamp was not for everyone. It was gritty and a little gross, and so, of course, I loved it." Oh, god. I love that attitude of yours, Leah, and can relate to it. Many years ago, my band and I played six nights a week in a Seattle dive called El Caballero Club. It was a seedy, awful place. There were so many fights that despite a law on the books at the time that a cop walking his beat had to be able to see through the windows from one end of the bar to the other, they gave the club a papal dispensation and allowed them to board the windows up, and simply install a porthole on the door. Why? Because so many people had gotten thrown through the windows, the owner pleaded with the authorities and was blessed. I shouldn't have, but I loved that godawful place. It provided an education I did not get growing up in the suburbs. Oh, the stories...
I was a 19 year old when Twin Peaks hit my TV and boy, did you bring back some memories. I remember the anticipation of having to wait a week for each new episode with my mom, and all the quotable quotes ("My log does not judge!!). I think I need to rewatch the series as it has been far too long, and while I'm at it, find some of the early X-Files episodes...
btw, I just put in a pre-order for your book at my local independent book store, here in northern British Columbia! I hope the Conspirituality gang have you on their podcast at some point. :)
I know the rest of your post is more intriguing, but this part struck me: "The Swamp was not for everyone. It was gritty and a little gross, and so, of course, I loved it." Oh, god. I love that attitude of yours, Leah, and can relate to it. Many years ago, my band and I played six nights a week in a Seattle dive called El Caballero Club. It was a seedy, awful place. There were so many fights that despite a law on the books at the time that a cop walking his beat had to be able to see through the windows from one end of the bar to the other, they gave the club a papal dispensation and allowed them to board the windows up, and simply install a porthole on the door. Why? Because so many people had gotten thrown through the windows, the owner pleaded with the authorities and was blessed. I shouldn't have, but I loved that godawful place. It provided an education I did not get growing up in the suburbs. Oh, the stories...
I was a 19 year old when Twin Peaks hit my TV and boy, did you bring back some memories. I remember the anticipation of having to wait a week for each new episode with my mom, and all the quotable quotes ("My log does not judge!!). I think I need to rewatch the series as it has been far too long, and while I'm at it, find some of the early X-Files episodes...
btw, I just put in a pre-order for your book at my local independent book store, here in northern British Columbia! I hope the Conspirituality gang have you on their podcast at some point. :)
Are you travelling through Reno Nevada for your book tour, or anywhere nearby? Just moved there out of the fires of Los Angeles