Rolling Stone hasn't written back. In fact, my subsequent emails updating them on the progress of this project have come back undeliverable. Are the editors of Rolling Stone so divorced from the production of independent music that if you send them a letter telling them about the album you just started making, they block your email address, or is the "Reply" button on G-mail busted? You decide.
The folks at Brooklyn Vegan came over and listened, and one commented over on their side that they wanted royalties, but as the comment was again anonymous, I'm going to have a hard time paying up.
The editor of Pitchfork hasn't written back. Did I tell you I wrote to the editor of Pitchfork? I did. But it's only been a couple days. I'm not giving up hope yet.
Also, this morning, I commented on Lucinda Williams' facebook wall to ask if she minds my quoting her songs in my song about her, "Lucinda." It's been like, eight hours, and so far there's no reply at all. There's no reply at all. Is anybody listening?
Oh, also, yesterday I posted "You're Really Hot," which brings 64x30 up to sixteen songs. That's six more than the Eagles' greatest hits and seven more than Michael Jackson's Thriller. But I'm not stopping. Before this is through, I'm going to record sixty-four more original songs. I even mostly wrote one this morning. Hopefully tonight I'll figure out how to play it and produce a high fidelity multiple track recording for your listening enjoyment.
But while we're on the subject of contacting people who aren't likely to be very interested in hearing back, does anybody have an email address for Stephen Merritt? Tell him I'm coming.
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