Where In the World is Victor Infante?
Well, actually, I'm still here in Worcester, but it seems I've vanished from my blog, recently. It's been a little chaotic the last couple months: My work was sold, people were laid off, there was all sorts of wrestling with paperwork and new benefits, our old Escort died a quiet death at Mike the Mechanic's, Radius started publishing fiction, Brendan Constantine visited. All sorts of wild and crazy doings, some of which I have covered here, but which have finally begun to catch up with me. And then, amidst it all, I did something to my shoulder. Feels like I pulled it, but for various reasons, I'm certain it's stress-related. Whee! Today's a little better than yesterday, and tomorrow I intend to drink alcohol, so it'll probably be better still.
Upswing: I should fucking relax once in a while.
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The New Voices Singing Awards went off well, in that the kids singing were were fantastic. I personally found being on TV weird. You can find Episode One and Episode Two online at WCCA TV's website. Would I do it again? Hell, yeah. As weird as an experience as it was, it was a lot of fun and the kids were great.
Other writings: I wrote about the mysterious Gin and Tonics Across Worcester blog, where the pseudonymous blogger Dante is setting out to have one gin and tonic at every bar in Worcester. It's strangely compelling reading.
In music, I've written up the latest from Joan Smith, Elijah Divine and Ernest Benoit, as well as the obligatory "songs of summer" story.
Most of my selections for the last one were fairly standard -- after all, I'm writing about what I think will happen, not what I want to happen. Still, I snuck two less high-profile songs into the mix, the first being "Every Little Word," by MNEK:
... and also "Rather Be," by Clean Bandit (which I've actually seen on someone else's list!)
Both songs have done well in the UK, but haven't really taken off over here. (And don't go making cracks about the Brits' superior taste ... they're as capable of embracing as much horrendously bad pop music as we are!) Still, both songs are catchy, smart pop, and I'd like people to hear them. But then, I want people to hear a lot of things, such as the aforementioned Joan Smith album, but I imagine I'm doomed to frustration.
I can write all I want, but my voice is only so loud. The commercial music machine will always be louder. C'est la vie.
Over on Radius, the fiction experiment is going well, and we've put out a call for submissions. We've wrapped up B. DeMarco-Barrett's Pink Aviary, but stories by myself, Jeff DeRego and Gary Phillips are still underway, and we have new poems up from Kristina England and Jeremy Radin.
And that's that. More to come soon, I'm certain ...
Upswing: I should fucking relax once in a while.
***
The New Voices Singing Awards went off well, in that the kids singing were were fantastic. I personally found being on TV weird. You can find Episode One and Episode Two online at WCCA TV's website. Would I do it again? Hell, yeah. As weird as an experience as it was, it was a lot of fun and the kids were great.
Other writings: I wrote about the mysterious Gin and Tonics Across Worcester blog, where the pseudonymous blogger Dante is setting out to have one gin and tonic at every bar in Worcester. It's strangely compelling reading.
In music, I've written up the latest from Joan Smith, Elijah Divine and Ernest Benoit, as well as the obligatory "songs of summer" story.
Most of my selections for the last one were fairly standard -- after all, I'm writing about what I think will happen, not what I want to happen. Still, I snuck two less high-profile songs into the mix, the first being "Every Little Word," by MNEK:
... and also "Rather Be," by Clean Bandit (which I've actually seen on someone else's list!)
Both songs have done well in the UK, but haven't really taken off over here. (And don't go making cracks about the Brits' superior taste ... they're as capable of embracing as much horrendously bad pop music as we are!) Still, both songs are catchy, smart pop, and I'd like people to hear them. But then, I want people to hear a lot of things, such as the aforementioned Joan Smith album, but I imagine I'm doomed to frustration.
I can write all I want, but my voice is only so loud. The commercial music machine will always be louder. C'est la vie.
Over on Radius, the fiction experiment is going well, and we've put out a call for submissions. We've wrapped up B. DeMarco-Barrett's Pink Aviary, but stories by myself, Jeff DeRego and Gary Phillips are still underway, and we have new poems up from Kristina England and Jeremy Radin.
And that's that. More to come soon, I'm certain ...
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