Crazy Writing Project, Iteration 2.

After much deliberation — actually, it was a generous succession of free drink tickets and a flight of domestic bourbons at The Whiskey Priest which decided it for me — I’ve finally figured out what I’m doing for NaNoWriMo. Not an insane 1600-odd words a day though, but a more manageable stop-when-it-looks-kinda-right daily routine thing. (First time I tried it, with a piece based on Elton John’s “Tiny Dancer,” I stopped at around 600-odd words.)

Again, my rules: one piece a day (don’t hold me to this), based on a random song title.

Ruled out as too boring or unworkable: The Beatles (too generic), Led Zeppelin (no fucking way I’d write a piece called “Whole Lotta Love,” but damn, I have great memories of that song which I can’t tell any of you).

Candidates, really strong ones: The Smiths, Black Sabbath, Steely Dan, Guided By Voices. “As We Go Up, We Go Down” / “William, It Was Really Nothing” / “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number” = Raymond Carver-worthy titles already, no?

The winner, about which I’ll try not to change my mind before November: Pavement’s Slanted and Enchanted and Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain — 26 songs and two albums I know just about every note of and which I’ve loved and raved about since 1990-whenever it was they came out.

Stephen Malkmus from Pavement, at the Greek Theater, Berkeley, June 25, 2010
That's how close I got to Stevie M the last time I saw them live, back in 2010 at the Greek Theatre in Berkeley. I got quickly pushed back when the crowd started jumping to "Unfair" though ("This is the slow sick sucking part of me!")

The song list, and therefore my flash fiction title list:

Summer Babe (Winter Version)
Trigger Cut / Wounded-Kite at :17
No Life Singed Her
In the Mouth a Desert
Conduit for Sale!
Zürich Is Stained
Chesley’s Little Wrists
Loretta’s Scars
Two States
Fame Throwa
Jackals, False Grails: The Lonesome Era
Our Singer
Silence Kit
Elevate Me Later
Stop Breathin’
Cut Your Hair
Newark Wilder
Gold Soundz
Range Life
Heaven Is a Truck
Hit the Plane Down
Fillmore Jive

Jesus, these titles are going to be trouble. (Maybe Wowee Zowee will be easier? Like, I think I already know how to write “Best Friend’s Arm.”)

Runner-up, in case I have a failure of nerve: the second, third and fourth proper Talking Heads albums (More Songs about Buildings and Food, Fear of Music, Remain in Light = 30 fantastic songs, though I think I would have ended up spinning my wheels already on “Thank You For Sending Me An Angel”).

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