Flash! Good evening Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea!
Although I was late in registering for this year’s B’con (at the lovely Minneapolis Hilton), the wonderful folks at the organizing committee (looking at you, SKM!) have invited me to participate as a panelist. Specifically, I’ll be appearing Thursday afternoon, on 8 Sep:
PANEL NAME: The Key to Murder: Mysteries with a Musical Theme.
DESCRIPTION: How writers use their past experience in bands, as critics or fans, to serve a story.
To describe me as “stoked” would be a massive understatement. I’ll be appearing with some terrific writers, and I’m incredibly grateful to the Bouchercon folks for reaching out to me at this late date.
I think I’m reasonably qualified for this one — both Broken Glass Waltzes and “Rough Mix” (my story in Lawrence Block’s At Home in The Dark antho) take place in the world of low-rent rock and rollers, and regular readers of this blog are aware of my tendency to inflict music on unsuspecting passersby. So I hope to see you there! And of course, I’ll be happy to sign what you bring my way
What’s that, you say? You still haven’t registered for Bouchercon? We can fix that — and I hope you do.
In the meantime, while the Twin Cities have been home base for numerous important, influential acts, from the Replacements and Husker Du to His Royal Badness, Prince, I’ll close this one with the Minneapolis track that has most influenced my snotty, post-teen rock and roll stylings. All the way from 1964…