The AWP conference was its usual gathering of hedonists and post-hedonists, writers and wannabe writers and booksellers and publishers and teachers and all forms of imaginative whores for the word. (I include myself.)
Photos: Madison Smartt Bell and Wyn Cooper front the Skylarks with Glen Phillips guesting on guitar. Photo at the bar with Shawna, Andrea, and Amy in front. A visit to the notorious Clermont Lounge followed. The rest are mental.
Ann Hudson with her lovely smile walking into Salon A for my presentation.
Thom Ward lounging on Kurt Brown's bed while we (Amy, Katie Coles, Scott Cairns, Wyn and Shawna) tasted the fine '96 Casanova di Neri Brunello and the divine '90 Ch. Montrose (RP 100 pts.)
Lunar eclipse ghosting through clouds over Atlanta as Amy and I walked back to the car.
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Where are the photos? I want to see the eclipse... Nice blog, Dad.
Marty--
Welcome to the blogosphere. Did you turn off your comments on the Lucinda Williams entry so angry Gary Numan fans couldn't flame you?
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