FANFIC ROCK AND ROLL: HARRY AND THE POTTERS!

ROCK THE LIBRARY!

Fresh from their hit record, Voldemort Can't Stop The Rock!, I offer unto you: Harry And The Potters!

It's too easy to dismiss these kids as site-specific kidlit nerds and walk away from them, but after listening to their songs, there might be a future there if they ever decided to get their heads out of J.K. Rowling's diamond-encrusted output device and into some other arenas with more gravitas, like, say, oh, actual girls, the politics of the personal, or GG Marquez, or whatever Weezer or Ben Folds isn't singing about anymore (I've kinda lost track this last couple of years, anything good? It's possible, I'm sure).

As a band, they don't totally suck! Check out the delightfully emoish "The Human Hosepipe" and the almost-Kraftwerk-y glee of "The Wrath Of Hermione."

As far as my own recording stuff goes, well, hm. I'm clearly trying too hard to make shit sound good to my little ears, which is why I've been sleeping all weekend instead of going out to the cool Saturday night party and, much like Paula Radcliffe in the marathon yesterday, I hit the wall and had to have a bit of a sit-down at the side of the road. I do have songs, though, and I'll be home all week. I've been neglecting you all for too long, and I understand why you don't come round anymore. Not you, but you who isn't reading this. Fuck you if you're not reading this sentence. Or this one. Everyone else (this means you) shares my love always and forever.

Honestly, I'm trying to suss out which would be more spiteful: to get back on my personal musical or litterary horse and rock out in full alarming, cock-baring effect, or go into politics. (The cock line is going to kill me, so it seems I've made my decision.) I know, sure as I'm typing this and you're reading it, that teen-wizard geek books are not going to be my legacy to the world. That's okay. Really. I'll keep working on this stuff, perhaps I'll drink more, and you'll hopefully see more of my work.

Meanderingly, T.