I was filling out a resume, and then the cover letter with references. Knowing that I wanted to mention having done some typesetting, writing, and proofreading, and not wanting the six month blank space in the first half of 1985 (I think I typeset *The Time of the Warlock* for you, and did some proofreading, and worked on my [now buried] first Liavek story), I put down that I’d worked for SteelDragon Press. This was the easy way, and certainly not entirely false. But I need to know if you two will give me a reference, and then I need to check your phone number, as when I called you last night to discuss this, I got a terrible electronic screeching after seven or eight rings. Maybe the number I thought I had for you is defunct? Or what? I want us to discuss this for three or four sentences. And then I’ll go down to Uncle’s mostly to say hello, next Friday when you[re in town.
Sounds like you’ve got an old or wrong phone, but we hate phones, so that’s no biggie. Do put us down for 1985, and if anyone checks that far back, we’ll be happy to say you did a fine job on those projects. Or you can just send them to this web page!
Why are contemp country songs sung by women tough and interesting and full of interpersonal conflict, and so many modern country sung by men say, in essence, “Gee, I’ve got my crummy mid-level tech job in the city, but I drive my pickup home to the suburbs and my smart, sassy, wonderful wife is waiting for me, and I’m so lucky to have her, and I hope she’ll continue to put up with me”?
Geez, it’s enough to make you long for “Your Cheatin’ Heart.”
One of my country favorites right now is Blake Shelton’s “The More I Drink.” Next time I see you two at a con - it could happen… someday… - remind me to play one of my latest originals. It’s a sing-along: “Up Shit Creek.” Dang thing’s gonna be a hit!
About the only male contemporary country artist I can stand is Brad Paisley — great wit and whip-ass guitarist. Keith Urban is sure pirdy with a little too much urban angst but again, a madman on the ax. For a mix of the best of male and female try Willie Nelson: You Don’t Know Me, the songs of Cindy Walker.
You’re right about contemporary female country artists Jo Dee and Gretchen Wilson and Terri Clark and Dixie Chicks. These aren’t just pretty faces and voices. This is serious turn up the volume, take off the rag top and stomp on the gas pedal. Oh, yeah, and sing real loud!
I was filling out a resume, and then the cover letter with references. Knowing that I wanted to mention having done some typesetting, writing, and proofreading, and not wanting the six month blank space in the first half of 1985 (I think I typeset *The Time of the Warlock* for you, and did some proofreading, and worked on my [now buried] first Liavek story), I put down that I’d worked for SteelDragon Press. This was the easy way, and certainly not entirely false. But I need to know if you two will give me a reference, and then I need to check your phone number, as when I called you last night to discuss this, I got a terrible electronic screeching after seven or eight rings. Maybe the number I thought I had for you is defunct? Or what? I want us to discuss this for three or four sentences. And then I’ll go down to Uncle’s mostly to say hello, next Friday when you[re in town.
Nate
Sounds like you’ve got an old or wrong phone, but we hate phones, so that’s no biggie. Do put us down for 1985, and if anyone checks that far back, we’ll be happy to say you did a fine job on those projects. Or you can just send them to this web page!
Email’s shetterly@gmail.com.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled discussion:
Why are contemp country songs sung by women tough and interesting and full of interpersonal conflict, and so many modern country sung by men say, in essence, “Gee, I’ve got my crummy mid-level tech job in the city, but I drive my pickup home to the suburbs and my smart, sassy, wonderful wife is waiting for me, and I’m so lucky to have her, and I hope she’ll continue to put up with me”?
Geez, it’s enough to make you long for “Your Cheatin’ Heart.”
Because women have higher expectations in life than men?
Or maybe because men take too many things for granted?
One of my country favorites right now is Blake Shelton’s “The More I Drink.” Next time I see you two at a con - it could happen… someday… - remind me to play one of my latest originals. It’s a sing-along: “Up Shit Creek.” Dang thing’s gonna be a hit!
About the only male contemporary country artist I can stand is Brad Paisley — great wit and whip-ass guitarist. Keith Urban is sure pirdy with a little too much urban angst but again, a madman on the ax. For a mix of the best of male and female try Willie Nelson: You Don’t Know Me, the songs of Cindy Walker.
You’re right about contemporary female country artists Jo Dee and Gretchen Wilson and Terri Clark and Dixie Chicks. These aren’t just pretty faces and voices. This is serious turn up the volume, take off the rag top and stomp on the gas pedal. Oh, yeah, and sing real loud!
Cyn