Why I Have a New Fan Page on Facebook

Some 35 or so of you so far have noticed that I have a new page up on Facebook. At times, it probably seems like I’m a tireless narcissist (or at least it seems that way to me). I don’t particularly enjoy all this shameless self-promotion. In many ways I loathe doing it. It’s just part of the job of being an “artist” sometimes.

But anyway… yes, it’s true I already had a “fan” page on Facebook with a couple of hundred followers, and yes, now I have another one. Let me explain.

First of all, I prefer to use my personal page on Facebook for personal things, and I do need a place to promote my writings and music that is separate from that. So several years ago, I started a Group called “M. David Hornbuckle Knows Wordz Good,” and that worked out okay for a little while, until Facebook drastically changed the way groups worked.

Once the group no longer suited my purposes, I abandoned it and started the original “fan” page, which I planned to use for pushing my books, any new short stories I published, and any music gigs I had. A problem came up almost immediately because I called the page “M. David Hornbuckle,” and there was nothing there that distinguished it from my personal page. So people who were both “friends” and “fans” could never tell whether something was posted by MDH the person or MDH the persona. That was annoying. And Facebook would not let me change the name of the page or some of the other key things about how I initially set it up.

In addition, I had no marketing strategy for this page. It was just a mishmash of whatever I happened to be working on at the time. Posts were irregular and inconsistent. I decided what I really need is a sort of archive where I can post old videos, songs, and stories in a consistent way so that people just getting to know my work can explore some of the older things that might interest them. To do this, I’ll be utilizing this blog and and the new Facebook page in tandem to promote new work and keep the old work “out there” for people to discover.

So, fresh start. Maybe I think this is necessary because I turned 40 this year, or maybe it’s that coming apocalypse (which I’ll never stop mentioning until it passes out of the zeitgeist like a silent fart). But 2012 seems like an appropriate time for me to look backwards at times, as long as I don’t stop look forward as well.

Here’s that link again. The Official M. David Hornbuckle (Writer/Musician) Facebook Page.

The Write Mind

I think perhaps the hardest thing about writing is to get into and stay in the right frame of mind for writing for an extended period. I can’t be too relaxed or too amped. If I’m tired, like when I first wake up, I can’t think at all. Have to have some coffee. But too much coffee, and my mind is all over the place. Some exercise sometimes helps clear the head sometimes, but I can also use it as a distraction so the only thoughts entering my head are about how many calories I’m burning and not about the story I’m working on. Anything can be a distraction. Staring at a computer screen rarely helps, and often is also a distraction. Sometimes, I have to print out what I’m working on and take to it with a pen. Or I just grab a notebook and get some thoughts down that way.

For a lot of writers, the ritual is very important–sitting down at a certain time every day with things arranged just so, distractions put to the side. My schedule seems to be too unpredictable to ever settle down into such a routine. Between paid work, grad school, the Birmingham Free Press, Steel Toe Review, Ghost Herd, and a relationship, my to-do list is a constantly shifting jigsaw puzzle. One might suggest dropping one or two of these activities to create more time, but they are all intertwined like a pit of anacondas in heat. Each project supports the others in some way or another, either financially or by facilitating connections with other creative people that can help me or inspire me. Also, if I can’t seem to finish that short story, maybe I can write an exposé about the Shepherd Bend coal mine, and at least then I’ve written something that day.

I’ve been known to go on long walks, sometimes for an entire day, with just a notebook and a pen, circling through sentences in my head, occasionally sitting down somewhere to scribble out my notes. Then I’ll come home and type everything up later, editing as I go. This is, in fact, my preferred way to work, but often, the weather, or my non-literary responsibilities, prevent me from going on these expeditions. It’s rare that I have a day, or even a couple of hours, that I can spend that way.

I’m trying to flesh out a short story right now, but I’m writing this blog post instead. Sometimes, I have to work on two things at once. Write a couple of sentences on one topic and then go  back to the other project, because I can’t stop my  brain from jumping around from one to the other anyway.

So I don’t know what to do exactly to improve this situation. It will definitely be one of my goals in 2012 to be more organized about this process. It’s also one of my goals to do more walking.

Totes Pocalypse Redux

The headlines foretell it. The end is nigh.

It’s probably too late for Christmas, but there’s still time before the end of the world to get your Totes Pocalypse Endtimez Survival Products from Tritone Media, which include:

  • Yard signs,  banners, and greeting cards for announcing the end times to your friends and neighbors

  • Wall clocks for counting down what time you have left (no numbers, but what do you need those for?)

  • Tote bags (of course), for carrying around those last few things you still own

  • And clothing in a variety of styles and colors!

 

 

Stranded

I’m playing a benefit show tomorrow (Sunday) afternoon at Bottletree. The proceeds go to Desert Island Supply Co., an organization that provides creative writing workshops and writing tutors for kids in Birmingham. I have been a volunteer with DISCO since I moved back to town last year.

The idea of the show is that all the bands are to pick 4 songs to play that they couldn’t live without if they were stranded on a desert island.

Here is a really nice write-up from Birmingham Box Set. I still haven’t decided on all four of my songs.

Tickets are $20 in advance and $25 at the door. It starts at 2pm and goes on until midnight. I play at 4:30 pm.

Come spend the afternoon and evening stranded at Bottletree tomorrow. What songs would you want to hear?

Reflections on the PopCanon/Squeaky Reunion Show

I feel like I haven’t stopped moving since I got back to Birmingham. The mantra leading up to the show seems to have been “is this really happening?” The mantra after has clearly been “did this really happen?” Even as I write this, I find myself multitasking. I have to take a breath here so I can wrap my head around the whole thing.

I guess it happened. I’ve seen video evidence. But even watching it, it’s feels so distant and I barely even recognize myself.

So, for the uninitiated, let me back up a little bit. PopCanon was a band I was in just after college in the mid to late 1990s, when I was living in Gainesville, FL. The band recorded four CDs, toured the East Coast, and played hundreds of shows. It was the most ambitious and the most successful of any project I’ve been a part of (so far). We played our last show in April 2001. We played a reunion show a year after that. We haven’t played together since, until last weekend, the result of a Facebook comment thread that basically got out of hand.

Squeaky was/is the band we were most closely associated with. The two bands played dozens, perhaps more than a hundred, shows together. Squeaky was a straight up rocking and aggressive as PopCanon was goofy and bouncy, but we shared a love of dissonant guitar chords and nerdy references. The two bands were always so closely intertwined, you couldn’t separate us. Seeing Squeaky reformed (even with a new extra band member) would have been reason enough for me to drive to Florida for a weekend. They are my favorite band, still.

So… the weekend. Thursday night, basically all day Friday, and Saturday morning, we rehearsed. Everything more or less meshed right away, not just the music, but being around each other again. The energy of those six personalities bouncing off each other refused to dissipate. Right away, we started doing what we always do–making things more complicated, coming up with more ambitious arrangements and plans, and adding songs to the set list (which we continued to do right up to the moment we took the stage Saturday night).

Every PopCanon song is like a six-way tennis match where we are all trying to outwit each other and challenging the other ones to keep up, and somehow that works. It’s a game we play with each other, and it doesn’t matter if anybody is watching or listening. On Saturday, a hundred or so people came out to see this happen. It was a modest crowd by some measures, but honestly, it was probably about the same as we would have drawn ten years ago at one of our better shows. We would have done the same show whether anybody was there or not.

Being there again… It was truly like we’d never left it. To see Squeaky again, to play with PopCanon again, to talk to our friends and fans after ten years away. Pure joy. The purest.

We’ve all said it. If it was feasible, we would do it again next week. If we didn’t live in six cities, spread across 2,000 miles, if we didn’t have families and non-music careers to which we must attend, we’d buy another bordello red van and drive it around the country again. The musicians I worked with in PopCanon are the best I’ve ever worked with. It is my privilege just to be associated with them.