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Meanwhile, somewhere in the midst of all the craziness detailed below, the heavens have opened, trumpets have sounded, and the triumph of my life is complete.

That is, my Bob & Ray liner notes were released last month. And are apparently selling pretty well, if the Amazon rankings are anything to go by --

--*ahem* that is, of course, the CDs are selling well. Of Bob & Ray routines.

But my liner notes are in there. I know this for a fact, because the publisher sent me some free copies of the whole set, also extras of the booklet itself. Which has my liner notes in it. Printed. On glossy paper, in attractive font, tastefully illustrated. As it turns out the unabashed thrill of seeing one's words in print -- as opposed to pixels -- has diminished not one whit in the Internet age.

And then, the reaction.

Encountering my name (let alone preceded by 'a good essay by') in an Amazon.com customer review would be surreal enough... but it doesn't stop there. It doesn't even stop with producer Larry Josephson, who wrote to congratulate me on 'the best insights on Bob & Ray' since Whitney Baillett's in The New Yorker.


Josephson went on to add that he had sent a copy of the notes to Bob Elliott himself... and Bob had not only agreed with his assessment, but requested my address, so as to send me a thank-you note!

Then... well, I don't remember a lot of what happened next, although I'm pretty sure the screaming and jumping up and down was internal. Most of it, anyway. Bear in mind that these are people not just renowned, but renowned for their intelligence, wit and cleverness. And they were using my name and the New Yorker in the same sentence.

I must've sent my address off at some point, because the letter came yesterday. It’s written on the old stationery of their production company – covered with elaborate in-jokes itself – and is funny and nice and thoughtful, rather like having my very own private B&R routine. Oh, and he counts my piece ‘among the most memorable’ in company with those by some Really Seriously Important Authors.

Apparently (as Shoemom did not fail to point out) I have no excuse for downplaying my writing talent anymore.

tags everywhere!:


( 6 responses — respond )
Oct. 18th, 2010 01:03 pm (UTC)
Oct. 20th, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! You have a big part in this, O original beta-reader of mine. :)
Oct. 19th, 2010 07:11 pm (UTC)
That is Awesome

A letter from Bob! Holy Mackerel! That is incredibly cool. Well, it is an excellent essay. Good work.

I can't wait to get the set and start listening. I'm ready for "a few chuckles & laughs". Once again, excellent work. Have an awesome day.

Dan B
Oct. 20th, 2010 01:03 am (UTC)
Re: That is Awesome
Thanks, that's really appreciated. :) Awesome is the exact word.

Edited at 2010-10-20 02:16 am (UTC)
Oct. 28th, 2010 11:34 pm (UTC)
Cheers to your wonderfully written stuff.

Your liner notes are phenomenal on so many levels. I laughed and chuckled my way through your flowing, breezy, wise,insightful - perfect observation of these amazing guys. Ray being my dad.

I'd wanted to email you, not sure how so here I am contacting you in some way - not sure what format this is. Not too blogger contacting versed.

I look forward to wandering around your blog.


Bryant Goulding
Oct. 30th, 2010 04:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Cheers to your wonderfully written stuff.
I'd say your blogger-contacting skills are fairly amazing, actually!

Thank you for your comments, thank you so much. They mean a lot to me -- esp. in re: your father, for whom I have a particular soft spot. :)

But as you say, they both were amazing. So extraordinary to now be thanked for the article I wrote mainly as a way to show my appreciation for them!

I hope you enjoy your subsequent wanderings. If you'd like to contact me more directly about anything I've written, I can be reached at shoebox2@livejournal.com. Otherwise, thanks again, and all the best to you and your family,

Kerrie M.

Edited at 2010-10-30 05:45 pm (UTC)
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i am

The sun is cold
And the misty hills bespeak me Of long-ago dreams;
Not lost, only waiting
Kept alive by those who might listen – And watch –
Over the hills to the sea.

This is the story of those dreams...with all-too-frequent detours into reality.

my world at large

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