STR Editor’s Note, Issue #7

Reposted from Steel Toe Review.

I recently updated STR’s profile on the Poets and Writers website. In the “Tips from the Editor” section I wrote, “We don’t want traditional Southern lit. We want literary and experimental work that touches on themes of interest to Southerners. Interpret that however you like, but don’t assume this limits you to talking about trailers, hunting/fishing, fried food, and race relations. In fact, avoid talking about those things unless you have something really original to say about them.”

It seemed necessary to clarify this. We get a lot of submissions from people who think they are sending us something “Southern” because their story takes place in a trailer park. This is bothersome for somewhat obvious reasons. Conversely, there are many writers from the South who go well out of their way to remove any trace of Southern identity from their work. This often results in generic writing with flat characters and no sense of “place.”

This latter issue is particularly problematic for young Southern writers who equate “being Southern” with a distant past for which they have no affection. It’s not surprising that writers who happen to be born in a certain geographic area would resist being associated with racism, extreme religiosity, and cultural backwardness. And in fact, many younger writers have little experience of that past. The youth of today are increasingly “citizens of the world,” a world where the internet and suburban sprawl have a tendency to equalize experience no matter where you happen to grow up.

Of course, I don’t want to be associated with those terrible things either. In fact, I would very much like to show the world a South that has made strides in moving past these embarrassments, even if it has not erased them completely. But that is just part of my own personal and political agenda, not necessarily the agenda of Steel Toe Review.

Here at STR, Southern identity is only one of our pet interests. We have published and will continue to publish all sorts of things by all sorts of people.

One of our short stories for this month is by and about an Indian-American woman who lives in San Diego—a far cry, some would say, from the interests of most Southerners. However, we might point out that in this story, there is a strong sense of character and a strong sense of place, two qualities associated with traditional Southern writing. Moreover, the character and the place are somewhat at odds with one another in that story. There is an inherent struggle of identity between the place she is from and the place where she is.

Sound familiar?

Editor’s Note #6

Reposted from Steel Toe Review

Welcome back. We hope you had as fun and productive a summer as we did.

Over the summer we did some tweaking of our look and our process. We are now using submishmash for our submissions, which will help keep us better organized and hopefully improve response time. We think our visual redesign is sleeker and more professional looking.

Throughout August, we will be gradually posting the material we’ve selected for this issue, starting with the winner of our first ever fiction contest. We would like to congratulate George Sawaya for winning what turned out to be a very difficult challenge because, stupidly, we picked a theme that, in retrospect, was overly narrow.

However, we got some very interesting entries, and Sawaya’s “Mind the Gap” was the clear winner. We are also going to be posting honorable mention stories from Sean Hogan and Lucinda Dupree.

We have lots of other great fiction and poetry this month as well. Keep coming back to see what’s new.

-M. David Hornbuckle

Ghost Herd Show this Friday, June 24

Ghost Herd will be doing its first show under the new name this Friday at Sipsey Tavern in Five Points.

Come see how much we sparkle with new lead guitarist Adam Guthrie. Come hear some new songs. Come see me wearing leather pants.

If you aren’t familiar with Sipsey Tavern, it’s the bar that currently resides in the location where Bailey’s Pub used to be, behind Dave’s. Lots of people tell me they haven’t been there since the Bailey’s days. Sipsey Tavern has cleaned the space up significantly. They have an authentic Irish pub atmosphere, a couple of pool tables, and good bands most weekends. If you haven’t been there, you should check it out.

The cover on Friday is $5, and the show is set to start around 9pm. Renegades of Folk are opening.

Facebook Event Page

 

Common Grounds Reunion

In 1995, I played my first show with the band that would become PopCanon, at a little coffeehouse called Insomnia in Gainesville, Florida. I had just opened for Planet Ten up the street at the Civic Media Center, and they invited me to open this show. Planet Ten bassist Ned Davis and drummer Blue Lang said they’d “back me.” So we rocked through ten or eleven songs with me calling out the chord changes, and you’d never have guessed that we’d never played together before.

Shortly after that, Insomnia came under new management and changed its name to Common Grounds. It was a dark, smoky place where arty teenagers and grizzled drunks played chess and talked about existentialism. It was the kind of place every town out to have, especially a college town. The owners of Common Grounds (various owners over time) were some of PopCanon’s biggest supporters. As the band grew from three to four to six or seven members (sometimes more), we played there once a month for the next five years. Common Grounds bought the space next door and doubled in size, put in a professional sound system, and grew right along with us.

I played shows there with a bunch of other bands as well–Eurotoaster, the Exes, the Familiar, and Project Dingo. I did solo shows there. I played background music for art events. One New Years Eve, I played in three different bands. I juggled beer cans for open mike nights and sang Led Zeppelin songs when there were karaoke nights. And when I wasn’t performing there, I was almost always there anyway, perched at the bar with a Guinness. I met some amazing friends there over the years, many of whom I am still close to.

Almost any night of the week, and certainly any weekend night, a band would be playing and that band would be good. We may have never heard of them, but people would pay attention, often would dance. It was an incredibly supportive, open environment for musicians. Especially after other venues like the Covered Dish and the Hardback Cafe went out of business, Common Grounds was one of the only places keeping the music scene in Gainesville alive for years.

Some time after I moved to New York, Common Grounds moved to the old Covered Dish location, further securing its place in Gainesville music history. With a larger space (and a liquor license), they could host bigger and better shows. At the end of this month, they will leave that location, and then Common Grounds will be no more. Owner Nigel Hamm said, “Fifteen years is a pretty good run. It was time to move on.”

What Nigel will move onto, and more importantly, what will fill the void in Gainesville’s music scene, remains to be seen.

In the meantime, Ashley Dean Myles decided that a Common Grounds reunion was in order. She put out the word on Facebook, and the response was overwhelmingly positive. I drove down from Birmingham for the weekend. Others came from New York, Chicago, and elsewhere to attend.

The festivities began at Common Grounds’ original location, now an all ages venue called 1982. Though the decor had changed somewhat, 1982 still had the basic dinginess that was integral to the atmosphere at Common Grounds in the early days.

It was sort of overwhelming to walk in there.  Right away, I saw a dozen people I hadn’t seen in ten years–among them Liz, Spider, Joe, Fitz, and James Lantz. I have visited Gainesville a good bit since I moved away, so I had seen many of the locals–Matt, Frog, Tom Miller, Rusty Valentine, and others–periodically over the years. Still, it was strange to see everyone in that space, already doing Guinness challenges at 7pm.

At nine, Ashley herded everybody over to the current Common Grounds location. Mike Cecchini of the Remedies, one of several staple bands from what I consider to be CG’s heyday, had flown in from New York and played a set with his old band mates for the first time in several years. And they rocked ass, as expected.

After that, some bands that had already been booked for the night before the reunion was planned went on. Unfortunately for those bands, many of us chose to stay out on the patio and catch up rather than listen, ironic given that so much of the draw of Common Grounds in the first place was the music. At the end of the night, James Lantz played an acoustic set. Everyone did go back inside to watch that, and it was a fitting finale for the event.

Makeovers

This week, in the wake of the apocalypse that has now been delayed until October, I’ve been re-inventing everything I can. Totes pocalypse!

First, I gave this blog a complete makeover and merged the content together with my other non-blog personal web site. Previously,  mdavidhornbuckle.com went to my main web site, and zenmississippi.com went to this blog. Now they are one and the same. All the (important) information that used to be on my old web site is now here. Check out the new music pages over there on the right, as well as the links to some of my fiction that is online (you might have to go to the home page to see those pages on the right).

Secondly, Steel Toe Review has also gotten a redesign. I’m still taking a break from posting new content there for a few more weeks so I can spend more time on other projects. We are still taking submissions, however, and you still have a few days to get in your entry for our fiction contest. Woot! as the kids say.

Thirdly, what used to be the Mississippi David Hornbuckle Band is now Ghost Herd. Why? Well there are all sorts of reasons why we needed a new name. In typical fashion, we made lists of hundreds of names, fought and argued, joked about a zillion names that we would never actually use, and then one morning I woke up with this one in my head and just chose it without telling anybody else in the band.

Finally, after spending just four days in Florida earlier this month, I came back home to find myself woefully out of shape and well heavier than what I thought I weighed. So I’ve been following a pretty strict program to get back to my fighting weight of 165 lbs. I’ve already lost about 8 pounds. I have about 12 pounds to go. I mention it here only because maybe that will help keep the pressure on me to stick with it.

Now I’m off to Ghost Herd rehearsal, where I will avoid drinking caloric beverages and possibly do some push-ups in between songs.

April Events

Three gigs coming up in the next couple of weeks.

Thursday, April 14
Stuart McNair and I are playing at Pale Eddie’s Pour House (2308 2nd Avenue North). We’ll be backing each other, playing our original songs. It starts around 8pm and goes until we get tired of playing. No cover.

Facebook event: http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/event.php?eid=138152426257010

Saturday, April 23
The full-on Mississippi David Hornbuckle Band is playing at Sipsey Tavern (1926 12th Avenue South). We are opening for another local band whom we know and love, the High Fidelics. They are a surf rock band and lots of fun to dance to. A great time will be had by all. Starts at 9pm. Cover is $5. Cheap.

Facebook event: http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/event.php?eid=199381973435647

Friday, April 29
I am hosting a poetry and music event at Grey House Studio (825 A 39th Street South). As this month marks the 55th anniversary of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl and Other Poems, we are staging a tribute. The online literary magazine I edit, Steel Toe Review (www.steeltoereview.com), is presenting a number of its contributors to read from their own work, as well as Ginsberg’s. There will also be live music, beer, and snacks. Starts at 7pm. No cover.

Facebook event: http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/event.php?eid=207706842592712

Zen Mississippi Has Been Out for a Year

I’ll be damned. I was just looking over this here blog and checking some of the links to make sure they still work, and I discovered my novel came out April 2010.

I know you’ve all read it already, but just in case you want to buy it again, here is the link:

http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/zen-mississippi/6557776

And perhaps you’d like to add a glowing review on Amazon.com. You can do that here:

http://www.amazon.com/Zen-Mississippi-ebook/product-reviews/B003HC8PTG

Have a good weekend.

Steel Toe Review, Issue #4

Reposted from STR.

Editor’s Note, Issue #4

We’re a couple of days late wrapping up our March 2011 issue. We won’t try to re-cap everything we’ve published in the past month here. Just go read it for yourself.

We aren’t slacking off–just still tweaking the format so we can find the best way to keep you coming back regularly. In March, we posted a ton of great poetry and two awesome short stories, all of which we were very happy to include. We’d love to have more fiction submissions, and we’d love to publish more multimedia work. Please keep sending us stuff and spread the word about this site.

By the way, none of us here at STR are making a penny from this venture. We wouldn’t mind making a penny here and there, but right now we have no advertising, we don’t charge a “reading fee” for regular submissions. We don’t even charge an entry fee for our contests, though this may change in the future; we are currently paying the prize money out of our own pockets. Not to mention the cost of fliers, postcards, and stickers we had printed up. We’re not asking you for money to defray these costs right now. We just want you to know what’s up.

If you have any ideas about how to better get the word out about Steel Toe Review, we’d love to hear what you have to say. Just email us at steeltoereview AT gmail and tell us what you think. If you are in the Birmingham area and you are interested in getting involved with STR in any capacity, drop us a line and tell us what you’d like to do.

Finally, in the coming month, we are excited to have two major milestones on the horizon: the deadline of our first fiction contest and our first live event! For details, visit our front page.

Yrs. Trly.,

M. David Hornbuckle

editor

Smut Pedaling

Thanks to renowned erotica editrix Rachel Kramer Bussel, I have published yet another piece of pseudonymous steamy short fiction. The book with my story in it should be in bookstores within a couple of weeks. I don’t think it will be difficult to figure out which story is mine even with the pen name. It’s hard to shake the Hornbuckle stink on my prose.

More info here: http://gottahaveitbook.wordpress.com/

Rachel has excellent taste in her selections. I use a pseudonym when I write this sort of thing just because it’s so different from what I normally do as “the author M. David Hornbuckle,” not because I’m ashamed of it in any way (otherwise I wouldn’t be pushing it here). All of the anthologies Rachel edits include first-class writers and compelling stories, not just pornography. This is the third or fourth I’ve been included in, and I’m happy to have been selected once again.

STR and Tritone Represent at NOLA Bookfair

I acquired a table at the NOLA bookfair to promote Steel Toe Review as well as my two books.

On the way down, I stopped at a Chick-fil-A in Meridian, MS because I had to attend a conference call for work. I was there for almost three hours, during which I overheard the manager discuss with several people his theories about the similarities between the U.S. today and Germany in 1939. He also refilled my drink several times, so I let it slide. Languid Christian music was playing on the p.a. I ate two chicken biscuits.

I picked up my much overqualified editorial assistant at the New Orleans airport because she was flying in from Florida. It was nothing short of miraculous that we found each other there, since I was running late, she wasn’t sure if I was coming to get her, and she is the last person on earth who doesn’t own a cell phone. But I guess since I tolerated the Lord for three hours at Chick-fil-A earlier in the day, He was looking after me.

The divine intervention didn’t end there–for example, getting back to our motel each night after the relentless debauchery and decadence that being in New Orleans seems to necessitate. Also, my assistant and I each randomly encountered people we knew but hadn’t seen in more than a decade and whom we did not know now lived in New Orleans. But I’m getting things out of order.

After checking into the charming Super 8 motel and inspecting it for bed bugs, the first stop was the official pre-party for the book fair, where Jordan Flaherty, author of Floodlines, was giving a talk about post-deluvian community organizing. Flaherty was funny and inspiring, despite the fact that I personally have very little emotional brain space at the moment to care about anything at all (cf. this and this, but I’m digressing again already).

We saw our first jazz funeral parade of the weekend as we were leaving the party. We headed down to Frenchmen Street, where the fair would be taking place the next day, drank way too much bourbon, and then called it a night.

Early the next morning (okay, about 10 am, which is early by N.O. standards), we set up our table. I had a surprising amount of interest in both the books and the literary magazine. I met several writers, whom I asked to submit to STR. I was asked to be on the radio. And my assistant and I ate shared a muffaletta that was bigger than both our heads combined.

We also saw another, much larger funeral parade, which I came to find out was in honor of the famous photographer Herman Leonard.

There was an after-party for the book fair at an undisclosed location. We were supposed to call a number after 7pm for directions. That was far too complicated for us. But we did attend the book fair-related Books & Burlesque show upstairs at Le Maison. The book theme was a stretch for several of the burlesque acts, but it was pretty entertaining. Somehow, I got roped into the audience participation segment of the show, which turned out to be a trivia game (we didn’t win, sadly).

The revelry continued after the burlesque was over, until the wee hours of the morning. Around 10 am (again, early by N.O. standards) we were awakened by what seemed to be a rocking gospel band performing just outside our motel room. Neither of us had the energy to actually get up and look out the window, so we still don’t really know what happened. But speaking of music, I forgot to mention that there was incredible music everywhere we went, more than I ever remember from my previous trips here. On every street corner, at every bar, many styles of music, expertly and joyfully performed.

When we finally managed to get up on Sunday, we met up with friends at Court of Two Sisters for their famous jazz brunch (more excellent music, not to mention amazing foodstuffs). This had to be followed by yet another nap, which was then followed by a home-cooked meal at another friend’s house.

It will require several more blog posts to fill in the details on some of these events. There are definitely stories worth telling. New Orleans never fails me in that respect.