As both a writer and a musician, songs and stories are inextricable for me. Lyrics are a fascinating narrative form--Springsteen is like Steinbeck with a guitar--and even the flimsiest dance tune develops a narrative in an author's imagination. I've got whole soundtracks for novels! No room for that today, so here are a few of... Continue Reading →
Millions Weep A Fountain: A Sci-Fi Writer Remembers David Bowie
“Here am I sitting in a tin can/far above the world/planet Earth is blue/and there’s nothing I can do…” Rich layers of synth and guitar oozed from my mother’s monolithic turntable speakers. They probably stood taller than I did the first time she played me one of her David Bowie LPs. His music provided a... Continue Reading →
