That said, I apologize.
Our Patti Smith moment came today when our customer (and ex-Schwartzian) Jenny was selling back some books for credit. I bought a copy of Allen Ginsberg's Kaddish from her, and inside was a ticket to see Ginsberg in Madison Jenny didn't want it, and thought I should leave it with the book. I had a better idea.
It wasn't five minutes later when John Eklund walked in and asked for a copy of Just Kids. He said that Sunday's front-page New York Times Book Review was one of the best reviews of a book he'd read in some time. "I like a review that doesn't just discuss the book; it sells it," he said. Ah, bookseller style.
I told John I've been singing this Patti Smith song all day to myself, in that way where you think you're singing it but you only know something like three words.
"Because the Night?" he asked, knowing that I am likely to jump on a poppier selection for my inner song loop.
"No," I should have replied, but didn't, "the slightly obscurer but perhaps even poppier 'Frederick.'" My heart is always with the song the underdog song that should have been the hit but wasn't a Bruce Springsteen collaboration (which "Because the Night" was, wasn't it?) What I said was, "This ticket goes with the book."
"But why are you giving me a ticket to Allen Ginsberg?" he asked.
"No," I replied, "it's Ginsberg and Patti Smith together."*
And so John got the ticket. Makes an excellent bookmark.
*My other Patti Smith moment is once removed. I went to see Lenny Kaye and the Nuggets at CBGB's (my only time there) with some friends.
**And this post reveals why I don't do much dialogue in blogs, nor do I like too much in the novels I read.
Yes, it's true. I'm at Winter Institute at San Jose, having saved up some posts from beforehand. Who has time here? Plus, I would like to write about show, but I think I need a little more time digesting my day of e-madness to regurgitate something interesting.