Metafiction: 'Low Fidelity, High Drama'
This is an abortive short story that I wrote immeadiately after 'The Encyclical', and in interesting demonstration of when an idea goes awry. It was originally entitled Caution, Trip Hazard after a sign outside of the library that I though was something suitably banal to serve as an imaginative spring-board for writing a piece of short fiction from scratch. Hence the band, which appear briefly, were going to be the titular Caution, Trip, Hazard, since I thought it sounded suitably Emo to equate to a less than inivative band releasing Rock/Pop albums today. I gave up on the story after about a thousand words when I realised that it A) didn't really interest me after I stopped to take a break from it (the danger of writing short fiction in more than one sitting) and B) had started to focus on Micheal Bolton too much, rather than just using him as an observer to set the scene. Plus I realised I was creeping a little too much into Nick Hornby territiory, so I abandoned it.
The themes (music, recording studios, motown music and home-town bands) will be something I return to however, particularly since I want to write about my own experiences of 'playing in a band', and in particular about a bar which served as the hub of my social life for a few years before I left for Uni.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a supervision to go to.
Tune of the moment: This Charming Man - Death Cab For Cutie (awesome cover)
Jac
The themes (music, recording studios, motown music and home-town bands) will be something I return to however, particularly since I want to write about my own experiences of 'playing in a band', and in particular about a bar which served as the hub of my social life for a few years before I left for Uni.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have a supervision to go to.
Tune of the moment: This Charming Man - Death Cab For Cutie (awesome cover)
Jac
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