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to David Mead Deliberation
I got this Pernice letter today. They come occasionally.
Hello from Conservative Canada. Hope this finds everyone at the very
least, healthy. If I had to choose between the need for self
actualization and not being sick, well hell, that’s no choice at all.
I’m aware of the fact I haven’t released an album or posted a new note
in a while. Some people were wondering if I’d died. To the best of my
knowledge, I am not dead. I am, however, living in a kind of heaven.
(The Mormons believe Independence, Missouri is actually the Garden of
Eden. Personally, I think they’re being generous, but what the hell. I
have no real beef with the Mormons, so long as they don’t try
posthumously baptizing me, in which case I’m going to rise from the
dead and start taking names.) For my money (today discounted by 23%
against the USD, according to a yahoo currency conversion), heaven on
earth is Ontario, Canada in the dead of winter. Holy crap, I’ve never
been so cold for so long in all my life. Each night my wife and I
fight over who gets to wear the stocking cap to bed. Actually that’s
not true. I rarely fight her for it because I find that whole Mr.
Scrooge look on a lady curiously arousing.
Contrary to what my business partner (Joyce Linehan) might lead some
to believe, I have been busy at work. I officially finished my novel
for Riverhead Books. I’m very excited about how it turned out. (One of
the only things left to do is wait out this unsightly blemish so I can
have my author’s photo taken. Isn’t it always that way, right before a
big publication?)
The novel is called It Feels So Good When I Stop. It’s scheduled to be
published in September of this year, and as the date firms up, you’ll
certainly hear about it. It’s not a book for kids, which is a general
way of saying it’s not for anyone offended by raw language and sex. I
sent an email to my family telling them that my book should not be
read by anyone under twenty-one, anyone over fifty-five and Judy (my
sister).
Which brings me to the next project: The first of two Joe Pernice
albums. Though the book is not explicitly about music, there are quite
a few incidental (and not so incidental) musical references
throughout. Songs ranging from James and Bobby Purify’s I’m Your
Puppet to The Chill’s Rolling Moon to That’s How I Got to Memphis by
Tom T. Hall to Soul and Fire by Sebadoh. Ashmont Records is planning
on releasing in some form—somewhere around the publication of my novel—
the “soundtrack” to It Feels So Good When I Stop. The recording is in-
progress, and I plan on having it wrapped up in February.
Finally, there is another Joe Pernice album of original tunes
threatening to hit the market sometime in 2009. I started tracking
that record a while ago with Ric Menck, James Walbourne and my brother
Bob Pernice. I was planning on calling it Light, Sweet, Crude (in my
mind, all three words are adjectives), but some other band beat me to
the punch. It’s just as well, I suppose. I’ve decided to call the
album Murphy Bed. (If that name is taken, I’m shelving the album for
all time.) It’s taken so long to wrap up because when I signed my book
deal I decided to put all other projects on hold until the book was
done. I mean, really, Riverhead/Penguin was paying me real money. If
you think Ashmont Records, Inc. would do in kind, you need to get your
wiring checked out. And anyway—the international financial crisis and
a handful of bloody conflicts aside—the world has done just fine in my
absence from releasing albums.
There are no gigs planned as of yet, though I’m sure I’ll be doing
readings and gigs to support the book and both albums. Toying with the
idea of mashing a reading and music into a single event and touring on
that. Who knows.
Anyway, I see I’m dangerously close to exceeding my self-imposed word
count, and I can’t have that.
Best to all.
--JP, Toronto, Ontario, Canada