These songs are for the skater-centric scenes in my book. In addition to the ones I mentioned over at today’s Snapshot at NOGOODFORME.COM: Guns N’ Roses, “Welcome to the Jungle.” It’s about the perfect time in my novel for Guns N’ Roses. I remember every dude I knew really dug this when it came out. HEALTH, “Die Slow” (ok, not exactly of the time, but of the spirit) Public Enemy, “Bring the Noise.” I remember one cute skater I knew really loved this tape when it came out. I heard it for the first time through him back in the
Sonic Youth, “Shadow of A Doubt” I like how it looks like video art. And, just for good times’ sake, “Candle”: And “Dirty Boots.” My favorite moment is when the kinda meatheaded guy rolls his eyes: Something about late 80s/early 90s Sonic Youth feels like how I want my book to feel.
Wah. Progress on my novel has slowed to a crawl, and I’ve reached the point where I’m lucky to get in even one paragraph a day on it. I miss my teenager skater werewolves so much, and yet it’s become so hard to find the time to write them into existence. “Finding the time” is such a bane in a writer’s existence, especially writers who are trying to cram in their work amidst a million other things like, oh, earning money to live. My complaint is not in any way new or original. The thing is, it’s entirely my fault
I’m not sure how I got on this train of thought (probably on the subway train actually), but I was thinking about the idea of a knack–you know, having a knack for something, a facility with a specific skill. Cooking, packing for a trip, thank you notes, picking up chicks–these are things you have knacks for. I have also been thinking about the notion of talent, no doubt spurred on by the fact that I’ve been listening to Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers on audiobook, which examines highly successful people in various fields and how they’re shaped by the “ecology” of circumstance