This was a helluva treat, hearing you read from one of my faves of yours. I love the passages you chose to read, they have a rhythm to them, much like the sound of wheels or gears or movement on a track. Yea those days you talked of, the last few for us here have been like punches in the face, but looking forward to a new week ahead. Thanks so much for this!
PS. Yup. Punches in the face here as well. I've been thinking a lot of days where nothing is painful and everything is soft and sweet. It's what I want most of all. I'm tired of shit being intense all the time.
I've wanted to do a full audio book on this one for a while. A lot of my books will never have audio books because for one there are too many accents and I'm not going to fake an English accent or talk like someone from Iran or Mexico. It's going to come off wrong. And I don't want anyone doing my own audio books because the audio side of stuff is one of my things. So I'm kind of stuck in that regard. But this one could work. The dialogue is minimal and the only accent that would be hard would be Lakeside Speedwayne. But I did that section on tour once last year and it worked.
There's a lot I love about traveling through the desert. Regional radio is one of them. Used to get that a lot in the South when I lived there. Not too long ago. Late night Southern gospel stations and things like that. Radio is so homogenized though anymore.
I hold memories of riding around in my grandpa's rusty truck (don't think it even came with seatbelts) the whole thing reeking of gasoline while we drove through unfathomable midwest/southern landscapes. I was mesmerized by the AM radio, the space in-between stations which just magically fit the visuals. Plus- how comically giant the steering wheel was! Your writing is cool because I can simultaneously be along for your ride and conjure up my own memories alongside. What a gift to provide/allow that. Sorry for the stream...something about this segment read aloud just really hit me.
Oh that's wild. I have very similar memories of riding in my grandpa's old truck (gas smell, no seatbelts) through desert landscapes listening to the radio. I think we're cut from the same cloth. Those memories are some of my primary inspirations. More than other books or anything like that.
Also, that book is back in print. Been out of print for years. It's now available at https://adamgnade.com/shop/ols/products/pre-order-deluxe-hardcover-edition-of-float-me-away-floodwaters
This was a helluva treat, hearing you read from one of my faves of yours. I love the passages you chose to read, they have a rhythm to them, much like the sound of wheels or gears or movement on a track. Yea those days you talked of, the last few for us here have been like punches in the face, but looking forward to a new week ahead. Thanks so much for this!
PPS. I would also love to bored for once.
PS. Yup. Punches in the face here as well. I've been thinking a lot of days where nothing is painful and everything is soft and sweet. It's what I want most of all. I'm tired of shit being intense all the time.
I've wanted to do a full audio book on this one for a while. A lot of my books will never have audio books because for one there are too many accents and I'm not going to fake an English accent or talk like someone from Iran or Mexico. It's going to come off wrong. And I don't want anyone doing my own audio books because the audio side of stuff is one of my things. So I'm kind of stuck in that regard. But this one could work. The dialogue is minimal and the only accent that would be hard would be Lakeside Speedwayne. But I did that section on tour once last year and it worked.
Lakeside Speed Wayne! Yea larger than life character, however I’d like to hear you take a crack at the accent 🤣
It'll happen.
It's a very specific Kansas twang.
Resonates. I too tight rope walk with fringe feelings tossed for catharsis. And damn, that radio scene had me THERE! Cheers.
PS. And thank you for listening. I truly appreciate that. I'm trying very hard with these. I don't know to what result yet.
There's a lot I love about traveling through the desert. Regional radio is one of them. Used to get that a lot in the South when I lived there. Not too long ago. Late night Southern gospel stations and things like that. Radio is so homogenized though anymore.
I hold memories of riding around in my grandpa's rusty truck (don't think it even came with seatbelts) the whole thing reeking of gasoline while we drove through unfathomable midwest/southern landscapes. I was mesmerized by the AM radio, the space in-between stations which just magically fit the visuals. Plus- how comically giant the steering wheel was! Your writing is cool because I can simultaneously be along for your ride and conjure up my own memories alongside. What a gift to provide/allow that. Sorry for the stream...something about this segment read aloud just really hit me.
Oh that's wild. I have very similar memories of riding in my grandpa's old truck (gas smell, no seatbelts) through desert landscapes listening to the radio. I think we're cut from the same cloth. Those memories are some of my primary inspirations. More than other books or anything like that.