Tom, I just wanted to let you know that you are one of the most amazing and interesting authors I have ever read. I love reading, and will read pretty much anything i can get my hands on. One of the things I love most is seeing each authors voice and how different they can be, but I have to say you have one of the most compelling voices I have ever read. I couldn't quit reading your first thread, I was enthralled by each new story, and it's only now, several months after the fact, that I have finally been able to work up the courage to say anything about it.
So I guess I just want to say thank you for sharing your voice here, I have pre-ordered Ghosts, and I look forward very much to reading it!
Wow! Thanks so much. That's what every writer wants to hear.
I know you'll love the book. I was able to get into areas that are outside the subject matter of this forum while keeping true to the issue at hand: bass playing.
Since I stopped writing about music in 2002, I had to figure out a way to keep the stories about music and the bass going up to 2012, which is when the book ends. I decided to use flashbacks, saving some of the best music material for the latter part of the book.
I once wrote a massive, unpublishable fiasco of a novel called
The Mermaid Lamp, about the L.A. music scene. I did tons of research about L.A., which I thought would enrich the novel. Since I can't ever publish the thing (I'd die of embarrassment), I'll share some of the information in it:
L.A. is the bomb capital of the U.S. The L.A. County Sheriff Department's bomb squad is the most experienced in the country.
L.A. is the bank-robbery capital of the world.
L.A. is the car-chase capital of the world.
The L.A.P.D. SWAT originated MOUT (military operations on urban terrain) and taught the U.S. military these tactics. That's why all our soldiers do what they call the "Groucho walk" when they advance with their rifles pointed at the target. It's an invention of the L.A.P.D. SWAT.
The L.A.P.D. and L.A.C.S.D. invented nearly all less-than lethal technology, including bean-bag shotgun rounds, pepper balls fired by paintball guns, telescoping batons, sounds guns that make rioters nauseated and crap their pants, stink balls, and heat-ray guns.
Seventy percent of the nation's penile implants are performed in L.A.
Two hundred languages are spoken in L.A., but the courts can handle only about 80.
I created a band (Jayne the Baptist), wrote song lyrics, made up an antique dealership, and ran an independent publicists' firm. Reading it today, the prose is fine but the story is laughable. I didn't know what made a good story at that point. After it garnered about 90 rejection notices (I'm nothing if not persistent), I was going to throw away everything to do with it, but my brother persuaded me to keep it.
I'm glad he did. Without it I wouldn't have been able to write my memoir.
The Mermaid Lamp is full of stories I'd blocked out, as well as word-for-word reconstructions of conversations, interviews, fights--everything.
It's amazing that this giant piece of crap ended up being worth its weight in gold, proving that most things have value and worth at the proper time and under the right circumstances.