I woke-up happy today. Really happy. Probably for the first time in several weeks.
As the year winds down, I’ve updated the site. I draw your attention to the right side of the screen there (if you’re on a cell phone, this occurs all the way at the bottom of the post).
This is yet another demo from my early singer-songwriting days in Hell’s Kitchen, NYC. Early 1980s. I always loved this song.
This demo, “Click Click Click,” from early 1984, was recorded first on the 4-track in my bedroom, and then taken to the 8-track in my boyfriend’s bedroom, where he added drum machines and some sort of synthesizer keyboard tracks.
When this song finally got produced in 1986 by a Grammy-winning producer who will remain forever nameless, he made it into a power rock ballad, a la Joan Jett. This could not have been a worse choice, since I can’t carry off anything whatsoever Joan-Jett-like onstage. The only Joan-Jett-ish thing I can do, actually, is listen with great joy to “Bad Reputation” and “I Hate Myself For Loving You” over & over & over.
Anyway. In my head – and hopefully on the new recordings – I hear more live percussionists than you can possibly imagine. Perhaps a stadium full! We shall see, gang.
This is the very same story I got into hot water with over at Amazon when I first published Volume 1 of The Muse Revisited in 2010 and they insisted I delete the whole section about Muriel getting spanked by her father when she was 7 years old.
This pissed me off enormously for 2 reasons: 1.) It was a great piece of NON-EROTIC writing that sets up the whole rest of the story (!!); and 2.) Amazon was already selling it in traditional book form and had been selling it for about 10 years!!!!! Suddenly, they were refusing to allow me to publish it without deleting that passage.
And, yes, dear readers, I finally caved. I censored my own writing to please the behemoth Amazon.
So if you bought Volume 1 of The Muse Revisited as a Kindle eBook, this particular story has been edited to remove anything whatsoever that could possibly be construed as questionable between Muriel and her dad when she is 7 years old. Even though the entire rest of the story is indeed pornographic…
Every other edition of this story, including over at Smashwords, was published in its original version.
The story was written in 2000 expressly for The New English Library Book of Internet Stories; Published by Hodder and Stoughton UK
Reprinted in Best New Erotica 2001, Published by Constable & Robinson UK
And again, I want to take this moment to thank every single reader, editor, and publisher in the UK over the years and currently, as well as, and in particular, the Guardian newspaper over there. You put my work on the map, gang. And have kept it there since 1999. Thanks.
In the unlikely event that you haven’t guessed it by now: This story contains sexually explicit material that will not be suitable for all readers.
On that note, enjoy a wonderful Solstice, folks. The video below , which helped brighten my outlook on life enormously when I was about 21, should also help enormously in the Solstice celebrations today!
Okay. Thanks for visiting. You mean more to me than words can say! Take care, gang, and see ya!