Saturday, August 26, 2006

Beach bust?


I'm doing a reading of my book tonight at the Cannon Beach Gallery. It's been on the books, as it were, for a couple of months. Beach time: they never got around to running announcements in the paper or putting up any of the thirty posters I had the publisher send them. Can't say I blame them: the weather's been beautiful, the beach beckons at any time of day or night. Who'd want to take the time to arrange things, much less show up on a Saturday night of vacation? I'm thinking I'll be talking to pictures on the wall. Which reminds me of one of the more bizarre evenings I've spent: on a trip to Death Valley, having heard about her somewhere, we stopped at a small auditorium in the middle of nowhere, desert on all sides for miles, heat shimmering even toward night. There, a woman named Marta Beckett danced her ballet every night, to music played on an old phonograph on the front of the stage, and with an audience of kings and queens and their subjects, sitting in fancy balconies, painted on the walls. That night, Judy and I were the only breathing visitors, except Marta's husband, who'd painted the walls and lifted the arm of the phonograph onto the record. That's love. Judy'll be there tonight, absorbing some of the echos.

2 comments:

Moof said...

Good luck on your reading! I wish I could be there!

Let us know how it turned out ... :o)

kïrstin said...

ah cannon beach! i bet people are still getting stuck on haystack rock when the tide comes in. goofy tourists...
i went to the community college in astoria with one of the daughters of dallas mckennon, who is a resident of cannon beach. lives right in front of haystack rock. he does keebler elf voices, archie cartoon voices, and played cincinati on 'daniel boone' years ago.
i hope you get a few listeners... :)