IT'S THE SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE, the Bay Area's paper, the once and forever home of Herb Caen and Farley. If you're in or around San Francisco, you know you're doing something if you're covered in the Chron. Today's Chron has an interview with me by Reyhan Harmanci about Beer, Blood and Cornmeal in the 96 Hours section. The print ed. looks great and the cover of the section has a pic of The Cruiser and Macho Sasquatcho slamming each other like it's 1999! It's definitely worth the 50 cents to get your hands on the hard copy but if you're reading this from afar or your local newspaper stand is fresh out of today's fish wrap, check out the article by clicking here.
I'm reading from BBAC this Saturday April 19th at The Edinburgh Castle at 7:30pm. The Castle's the place where it all began for me. Before Count Dante, before Incredibly Strange Wrestling, before any of it, I opened for Trainspotting author Irvine Welsh at the Castle's first literary night ever. In fact, I was the first reader on the first literary night. That's really saying something because the Castle was also the place where the whole Litquake thing started. It's safe to say that a lot of books wouldn't have been written in this town over the last 10 years without so many local authors finding creative inspiration in the tavern's potent selection of fine Scotches.Alan Black, a longtime barkeep turned culture impresario, believed in my writing ability before I had really written anything and put me on the bill. Fueled by several Clan McGregor and cokes (a fine cocktail if ever there was one) I spent ten minutes of time ranting about praying for O.J. and the Surgeon General. It seemed to go over pretty well and earned me some ink in a Scottish newsweekly. I guess it helped that my last name was Calhoun. Alan along with some other poetry slam types (remember those?) wanted me to pursue the literary life at that time but I caught the wrestling bug instead, which included as much oratory as a poetry slam with the added bonus of having The Poontangler slamming her breasts in my face. Needless to say, I took a major detour through the squared circle before coming back to writing. On Saturday night every thing's coming full circle as my writing ambitions have now collided with my grappling past with my BBAC reading at the Castle. Be there. Throw corn tortillas at me. I dare ya. I double dare ya.
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