TMF: Tarah Melissa Feder.
No she does not move things (professionally, at least) so please don’t leave comments under her articles asking if she’s free this weekend, “because you need a hand with this couch”. Tarah won’t be free anyway because she’s probably amping up to head out and watch one (or more) of Toronto’s up and coming sonically explosive indie talent. She’s a mover in the “mover and shaker” sense, et cetera, anon, amen.
Writing a review of a reviewer, especially one with the wordsmith ability of Ms. Feder, is a daunting task and one that I honestly don’t feel I can complete without sounding like a total newbie – more so than usual at least – so I will say to you what I said to her:
“You write about bands I’ve never heard of, but after reading your reviews, I know I need to hear them.”
It was something like that at least. Also, the beauty of a Feder review is if you missed the show you don’t feel so left out of the loop. She puts you at the front of the stage rockin’ along with her and even though you may not care about how much of a dreamboat the lead singer is, you find yourself nodding…to yourself of course…in appreciation that it’s important to know because TMF told you so.
Tarah’s most recent article: Sunrise Oh Sunrise Review
Tarah’s Archive (or at least what comes up when you search her name on theindiemachine.com): Tarah’s Archive – and shout outs to Courtney Wells (the 2nd review), another Toronto talent/artist!
“Writing is how we ‘right’ our world.” -Julia Cameron from The Sound Of Paper
Also, check out the book from which I extracted this quote. I picked it up tonight on a sojourn from doing my “State of jtkwriting’s Writing” and I haven’t been able to put it down – I’m on page 21 and loving it. I guess the “State of blah, blah, blah” will be finished tomorrow.
Red City Radio – “We are the Sons and Daughters of Woodie Guthrie”
Writing Exercise: Write a story involving this party. Maybe from the person’s perspective who walks through the door at the beginning…or maybe flip the gender…or don’t. 🙂
Anyone ever do a “State of (your)’s writing”? It’s similar to when a President does the State of the Union or the PM does the Throne Speech or whatever the PM’s do – I should actually know this seeing as I’m Canadian. Basically, it’s what I’m doing tonight. It’s been too long! I need to go through all my stories and books and screenplays and see what needs to be done to them for me to finish them. So, that’s what I’ll be doing…what about you?
Hello Blog, It’s been a while. How are you? I was worried we would never see each other again. I’m glad I’m back and writing on you. To be honest, I’ve just been a combination of busy, lazy and jerky.
All that stuff aside though, Scriptapalooza TV has set October 1st of this year for their deadline. I have no idea if this is the final deadline, but that is what they said in their email. I’m sure it will be like all the other competitions, or at least the ones I’ve entered, and have two or three deadlines with the only difference between them being how much you have to pay at each date.
Anyway check it out, the link should be above.
Bright Eyes – “Bowl Of Oranges”
“Your eyes must do some raining, if you’re ever going to grow,”
“That’s why I’m singing baby don’t worry, ’cause now I got your back, and every time you feel like crying I’ll try and make you laugh,”
Everyone pretty much knows this poem or has heard of it, but I figured I’d post it anyway just in case.
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”