(Hey, did you read that nutty stuff over at Powerline today? And every day? Here’s my advice. When you find yourself reading something by Hindrocket, some rant about how irrational and traitorous the left is, or the MSM; just sort of pretend you are reading a Spider-Man comic, and Hindrocket is J. Jonah Jameson yelling at Betty Brant, or Robbie. Or Peter. About Spider-Man. Because why does he hate on Spidey so? Spidey is so obviously not a menace. He’s good. It’s too bad we all know who Atrios is now. Otherwise we could imagine: what if Atrios is really, like, Hindrocket’s secretary? I realize it is really a quite serious matter than the right-wingers have gone around the bend and apparently aren’t coming back. Still, you’ve got to find a way to read their stuff with a sunny heart.)
At both of our last two rehearsals, we took out some songs we haven’t done in six months or a year, and nailed them as if we’d been sweating over them every day for a month. As our drummer remarked, we should put stuff on the shelf more often. Of course, good rehearsals are a mixed omen for successful live performance, but we do promise to be loud.
UPDATE: Our drummer sprained his ankle and can’t play, so enough with the “break a leg” comments already. The set will be a two-piece with an abruptly rearranged song list. That’s Show Biz.
In other genre news, I was happy to see two Tor books among the finalists for this year’s Nebula Award: Gene Wolfe’s outstanding re-envisioning of epic fantasy, The Knight, and Cory Doctorow’s breathlessly inventive debut novel Down and Out in the Magic Kingdom. This year’s Nebulas will be given out over the weekend of April 28 - May 1 in Chicago, and I’ll actually be there this time, unlike the last couple of years.
I have no doubt that some publishers and editors have indeed made demands like this, but I keep hearing it asserted that it’s the usual practice, and as far as I can tell that’s just not true.