Wait? It's Spring Already? When Did THAT Happen?!?!?

I have about 30 projects in the air, and every one of them seems to be at some major junction right about now. Lots and lots to do, and not a lot of time to labor or dither over any of it. I'll talk more about the upcoming readings later, but I did want to draw some attention to something else I'm involved with:



This is a TV music competition that WCCA TV is doing, and I'm going to be one of the judges, alongside singer-songwriter Cara Brindisi, guitarist Cliff Goodwin and some other great folks.

Auditions will take place from 3-6 p.m. April 190 at  WCCA TV, and will be recorded for TV. The panel will pick 5 top winners to move on in the competition. All five selected candidates will win a $25 gift certificate from Union Music. The top prize winner will receive a grand prize which includes an additional $50 gift card, a Sure SM58 Microphone, a Peavey tripod Microphone stand with boom arm, and a Peavey,US made, 50 foot microphone chord, from Union Music and also a TV interview and performance appearance on WCCA TV's hit music show Band Edge.

It sounds like a lot of fun, so if you know a local teenager who sings, send 'em down to audition.

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I feel like I haven't done anything lately. Which isn't exactly true, but little of what I've been doing is writing. But that stuff needs to happen, too. But there were a few odds and ends, including this small write up of Anda Volley, Brian Chaffee and the Players, and Jake & John Cardiff, as well as this bit about the amazing Kawehi.

Things have been busy over on Radius, where in recent weeks we've published four incredible poems by Mariya Deykute,  a poem by Sam Sax, Tatyana Brown's look at the things going on with Fuck Yeah Poetry Slam, and Wilbur Dee Case's riposte to something I wrote a few weeks ago. And lots more in the wings.

But first, I need to go clean the living room floors, and then the ferret cage, and then do a bunch of writing-related stuff that's not actually writing. Because that stuff has to happen, whether you like it or not.