Talk baseball with Caryn Rose, author of Raise Your Hand and B-Sides and Broken Hearts, as she celebrates the publication of her new book A Whole New Ballgame. She’ll be joined by Joan Walsh (Splash Hit, Salon.com), Taryn Cooper (of Gal for All Seasons), and Diane Firstman (Value Over Replacement Grit), with Kimberly Austin of Rock Book Show moderating.
Facebook RSVP encouraged, but not required.
Some of you know that I started writing about baseball back in 2006. I started the blog on Blogger, for heaven’s sake, because it was something I was doing so that I didn’t have to send out mass emails to people. I didn’t know that I’d love doing it and I didn’t know that I’d build an audience. I didn’t know that I’d do it pretty much nonstop for 6 years, that I’d be one of the few women blogging about the Mets, and still the only one officially recognized by the team. I didn’t know I’d end up sitting in the press box and reporting on games. It’s still kind of surreal for someone who didn’t get to grow up with baseball.
Thanks to WNYC for inviting me on to discuss High Hopes! Click to listen on their site.
Marc Dolan and I are at it again on Tuesday, January 14, at WORD’s new store in Jersey City. We’ll be joined this time by Kimberly Austin of Rock Book Show, who will be our charming moderator. She is a great interviewer and this will definitely take things up a notch.
There will be a raffle with prizes courtesy of our sponsor, Backstreets Magazine, including a copy of the new issue!
So if you’re moping that you didn’t get a spot on the Band Bench at Jimmy Fallon or if you couldn’t make it, come see us!
Another Billboard piece up today. Will also have something in the magazine this week (but only 150 words, don’t get too excited).
Patti used to play every year at this time. The 29th was the show for the diehards, we’d huddle in the cold outside for an hour or two before sprinting up the stairs for the front. I used to joke that we could bowl inside Bowery Ballroom on those nights, no one else bothering to get there much before the show started. (That was until “Just Kids” and the book award and god bless, the world suddenly started showing up at the Bowery in December.) The 29th was usually loose and sloppy, mistakes, chatty Patti. The 30th was “the birthday,” and she was usually on her game for that. Then there were the New Year’s Eve shows. I would either go to the 29th and the birthday or the birthday and New Year’s, but always at least two, how on earth could I be living in proximity of the possibility and not go to at least two? I would go solo to one and the boyfriend would come along to the other.
In the late 90s, I used to have this recurring dream about seeing the reunited Clash again. At the time, I was living in Seattle, so in the dream I was always in the back of Mercer Arena and I was always standing near some Seattle rock luminary: one time Mark Arm, another time Kim Thayil, one time Eddie Vedder and his wife Beth. (Their presence in the dream was actually not the fantastic part; had there been a Clash show in Seattle, I can pretty much guarantee all of those people would have been there somewhere.) I remember the red and orange of the lights and I could hear Joe’s voice clear as a bell. The dream always came in on the middle of songs, never the beginning, and I never heard an end. But the feeling was always the same, every time, that sense of awe and waves of rolling thunder emanating from the stage.