Bothering a Rock NYC writer for a post I was told she was blocked on the story.
A concept I never have.
I can write well or I can write poorly but I can’t be blocked.
At Rock NYC only Helen gets that concept. We are never blocked, the deadline is always now, we write and write and write. A coupla dozen posts ago a writer hit me for factual errors about old 97’s – I said it was years ago since a song about writing songs was written when it was actually a year. My response was “thanks for the heads up” but my feeling was “what language are you talking?”
When I wrote for a living thirty years ago I was pretty fucking prolific but my deadline could be a month or so with Creem, a week with Village Voice, a post as busy as my Shinobi one today was at least theortically a biggie for one day -today it’s just another of many.. . I write it and write the other. Today I just write all the time.
Writing about music in 2009 is much more fun than 1979 -if I get it wrong I can fix it fast and i love writing about music and write much more than ever before. And the Giants won.
And the deadline? NOW