Chuck At Irvine Welsh Reading

[QUOTE=kemosabiev] I can only imagine what they got up to...[/QUOTE]

Giant killer fire breathing robots.

Good catch chief.
[QUOTE](What's your favorite of your own books?)[/QUOTE]
Answer?

(What's your favorite of your own books?)

Answer?

Irvine said his two darkest books (Filth & Marabou Stork Nightmares) were his faves. He also said something interesting about making a musical playlist for every main character he writes about and listening to said playlists while writing from their viewpoints (and this was the only time during the reading/Q&A that Chuck wrote anything down on his notepad). Does that make sense? Musical taste says a lot about someone and to make a unique musical playlist would be a great way to come up with/create a character...

They go out for beers at 4:00 a.m.?

[QUOTE=kemosabiev] I can only imagine what they got up to...[/QUOTE]
somehow I'd imagine it wouldn't be as interesting as one might imagine

so was there any friction with Chuck being there with everyone wanting to get to talk to him as well? maybe stealing a little of Welsh's thunder? I'd hope not, it'd be great if Chuck could still be able to just go to things like this as a fan himself

[QUOTE=nathaniel parker]somehow I'd imagine it wouldn't be as interesting as one might imagine

so was there any friction with Chuck being there with everyone wanting to get to talk to him as well? maybe stealing a little of Welsh's thunder? I'd hope not, it'd be great if Chuck could still be able to just go to things like this as a fan himself[/QUOTE]being that it was in portland, i can only imagine that it is only polite that cuck be there. much like if chuck did a reading in memphis, baer would have to be in attendance. a polite gesture. i doubt chuck was there for recognition. he's a fan afterall.

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& Kemos,

Chuck wrote Lullaby to a nine inch nails album. (wish i could remember which one ) least, if my memory serves correctly. . listened to the album over and over again nonstop. then, when the arc was goin around, he sent one to trent rez cause trent was a fan and wanted to meet the chuckster. they kicked it for an afternoon. whatever. the point is, yes, music is very important to a lot of writers. personally, i replay a track over and over for days, if it is awe inspiring, listening several days straight as i write through a story just to get the damned song exhausted and outta my head. so, yeah, i can relate to that thoroughly. so can a lot of cultists. and if you ask nicely, maybe nate'll hook you up with a mix tape -- he's a master at em
oh, and welcome to the cult
thanks for the catch on chuck and welsh-
kabol

I can see them meeting while being in the same town, but it seems weird to have an author like Chuck just to show up in attendance for a signing/reading?
what the hell do I know though really, I've never been to a reading of any kind so maybe it is kosher

I had thought he said he wrote most of Fight Club to NIN's Downward Spiral? maybe I had the books mixed up or maybe it was a different NIN album he used for Lullabye

as for myself I love writing to music too but i hate to do it with songs with lyrics, way too easy for me to get distracted and start listening to the lyrics, and as great as the classics like Mozart and the fellas are sometimes I got to find some good old rock n roll
I think I'm going to look for some karaoke versions of songs and try writing using just the music

[QUOTE=kemosabiev]He also said something interesting about making a musical playlist for every main character he writes about and listening to said playlists while writing from their viewpoints (and this was the only time during the reading/Q&A that Chuck wrote anything down on his notepad). Does that make sense? Musical taste says a lot about someone and to make a unique musical playlist would be a great way to come up with/create a character...[/QUOTE]

That, Kemo, is fucking awesome. I never thought of doing that.

Remember my Allan MacDonnel encounter? If not check out My Seattle Stranger Story in general discussion. I know, I know, a plug. oh well. but anyway, the first thing Allan asked me was who else I read. of course, I said Chuck. Allan imediatly brightened, and let out a long breath. "well, good. you'll be fine reading my stuff then. you've got nothing to worry about." he also said after his own reading at Powell's a couple nights before, (I met him at Elliot Bay in Seattle) chuck had called him and took him to dinner and picked him up. Allan thought that was nice, that he had picked him up, and that he had even went to dinner with him. Sadly, Allan also said he got food poisioning that night, but otherwise, he said chuck was cool, and it was a fun night. It's cool chuck goes to big time authors like Irving, and also Allan. i'm not sure if chuck attended the reading of Allan, but he did take him to dinner. cool huh?

[QUOTE=LeHaHi]Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel Allan MacDonnel
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ok, seriously, is this guy your dad or some kind of relative
I mean it's cool if he is, I'm just curious

[QUOTE=corellion]That, Kemo, is fucking awesome. I never thought of doing that.[/QUOTE]
I'll second this as a Fucking Awesome Idea
all those opposed?
(crickets chirping)
Motion passes

[QUOTE=nathaniel parker]ok, seriously, is this guy your dad or some kind of relative
I mean it's cool if he is, I'm just curious

p.s. i'm nathaniel parker and i'm a jerk.[/QUOTE]

What? No! it was a related story! arg. i'm frustrated. wasn't it related? maybe i'm making a huge deal out of him. oh well, i don't care.

and you can't change someone's quote. that's not fair.

[QUOTE=LeHaHi]

and you can't change someone's quote. that's not fair.[/QUOTE]
sure you can as long as you do it in a way that gets across the point you're trying to emphasize

and i want to defend myself against that jerk comment but i can't find an arguement with it

well, i do have to admit that i am a little proud of my encounter. my first author that i met talked to me, signed my book, and still keeps in touch. kinda a big deal for a 15 year old from wyoming. so, yes, i see what you mean. i'll tone it down a little.

[QUOTE=LeHaHi] i'll tone it down a little.[/QUOTE]
Shit no!
let the passion live !

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That's what my previous quote said anyway.

[QUOTE=kemosabiev]For what it's worth, Chuck was at Powell's Bookstore in Portland last nite to watch a reading by Irvine Welsh (Trainspotting, Acid House etc.). Chuck even asked a question (What's your favorite of your own books?) during the Q&A. When I talked to Irvine at the signing part, I asked him if he knew Chuck (was here etc) and he said "oh yeah yeah, we're going out after this" so pretty cool to see two such chronic-town authors getting together and hanging out. I can only imagine what they got up to...[/QUOTE]
so anyways, Is Welsh as hard to understand in person as his books are to read?

[QUOTE=LeHaHi]
The Book of Lazarus by Richard Grossman......go downstairs [COLOR=Red]and [/COLOR]in the cupboard were drugs and i shot up and that made me satisfied although not with any sense of release but with a taste in my mouth of fish oil and paprika from a cheap hungarian restaurant and i got down on my hands and knees and crawled out the door and wound up kneeling in front of a naked woman with a voluptuous body who was holding a thermometer and wanted to jam it up my rectum and i was afraid that if she did i would come which i really wanted to do and i needed to fix again immediately in order to rearrange [COLOR=red]you [/COLOR]and especially my liver and the needle was in my arm and i felt that tiny hurt that signals an end to misery and found myself at a dinner party that was taking place onstage [COLOR=red]can't [/COLOR]at a theater with favors and noise makers and heaping platters of double patty burgers and i was aware of the presence of a large audience and felt a spontaneous desire to entertain and satisfy them and a waiter came around behind me with champagne and murmured something in my ear while across the table sat an elderly couple and the man was wearing an ascot and double breasted jacket [COLOR=red]change [/COLOR]with a yachting emblem on the pocket and there was a diamond in each of the older womans upper teeth and a tiara was clasped on the front of her hairdo and the man had on a yellow boating hat with a black plastic bill and they seemed to be talking disapprovingly about me since they were snickering and so i left the table and walked into the wings of the theater where several ropes were holding a scaffold that was hanging over the stage and i grabbed one of the ropes and untied it and the rope hurt my hand as it flew into the air and there was a high pitched whine and the scaffolding tilted to one side and fell against the far end of the banquet table and several chairs fell over [COLOR=red]someone's [/COLOR]and the old woman was running around the stage with a gash in her forehead and her tiara had fallen off but the audience stayed silent and the man with the boating hat came up and said that something had to be done [COLOR=red]quote [/COLOR]but i couldnt make out what he was complaining about and i stumbled up an aisle and hurried towards the exit and was a few steps away from the swinging doors when the audience went rushing down tunnels in the upper balconies and passageways buried in the buildings interior and were shoving each other and pushing shopping carts and seemed to be searching for things to buy under the neon lights of a theater mall whose anchor tenant was a vast discount toy warehouse and there was a section in the store where catechism lessons were being given and a line of wooden ducks [COLOR=red]that's [/COLOR]stood on a shelf next to the class and one of the ducks began to talk and had a hinged mouth like the mouth of a marionette and there was another section of the store that carried table saws and lathes and the man with the yellow boating cap was busy working a drill into a block of wood that turned out to be one of the wooden ducks and the metal was whirring into the ducks asshole and the duck didnt seem to mind as its mouth moved on its hinge while quack quack quacking very rapidly so that it sounded like an engine sputtering and blood poured like a river out of the asshole of the duck although the river had globs of yellow fat flowing through it and the fat fell to the floor of the warehouse in soft piles and began to melt slowly into the blood that was covering the floor and the man in the boating cap rolled up his sleeves and had scars on his arms that werent precisely tracks although they moved along the tops of his veins but were more like cross hatched welts with hairs like the hair on the forearms of women growing out of them and his rocky muscles traveled up and down between his wrists and shoulders and he turned away and was wearing an apron and i thought for a moment it was giappetto from the pinocchio story and that we were in that kind of workshop situation and i began to back away because the duck was on the floor and attacking my ankles as it waddled through its own fat and blood and i was becoming apprehensive and started to panic because i felt that the duck was poisonous and contained black widow spider venom and i had been told a long time ago that there was a cure for this venom but that you had to search out a tree and i began to think that there might be a department in the warehouse that specialized in the kind of tree that would relieve the pain of a black widow spider bite and wandered among the avenues of toys while keeping my eyes peeled for the duck that i knew had its own attack path because the duck understood where i was going and had planned out a strategy and had a map in its brain that contained all the aspects and intricacies of the warehouse and there were arrows on its map that traveled at right angles around the store and at a certain point the forward moving tip of the ducks arrow path would intersect my feet as they moved down the aisles of the warehouse and i would become poisoned before getting access to the tree i needed but as luck would have it there was a book store across the street and i hurried in to look for magazines [COLOR=red]not [/COLOR]because i wanted to learn how to escape the black widow spider bite and a number of body building journals with pictures of women with huge physiques who were squeezing dumbbells and making grimacing expressions and were ridiculously happy to be lifting and men who were holding them up like prima ballerinas but hadnt shaved and werent presentable were in the racks and one of the magazines was entitled dumbbells in hiding and another was called precious moments and then i was standing at the bow of a boat that was bringing me over from a distant country and staring into the water as it folded back along the keel and dreaming about what it would be like to get to the distant country and had a vague idea i was heading in the wrong direction and was singing to myself but couldnt make out what i was singing and was unaware of what was coming out of my mouth or even of what i intended to sing although i knew i was singing something but there was no way that i would ever be able to tell what kind of singing i was doing as the waves folded around either side of the boat that was taking me in two directions at once and i was looking at a contraption resting against a bollard which had a lever sticking out the top and grinding jaws made of openwork bronze and i thought that it was office equipment or used in cutting cloth but it began to move like the duck moved [COLOR=red]fair [/COLOR]and the lever jerked back and forth and the various parts of the machine worked together in such a way that it assumed some of the behavioral aspects of a mallard although i realized that it couldnt poison me because it was totally empty and fabricated out of metal and sea air and this made me comfortable until i felt a sharp pain in my side and realized that somehow the machine could jump high in the air and attack me at any soft and vulnerable part of my body and eat out my eye for instance or bite me in the balls or snatch away one of my fingers and i knew that as long as this machine was around i had nowhere to hide [/QUOTE]
Mowwwdahahaaaohaaaaaaahhhhhhforget it.
[QUOTE=nathaniel parker]I can see them meeting while being in the same town, but it seems weird to have an author like Chuck just to show up in attendance for a signing/reading?
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At the Dallas reading, the one where your book was signed, Chuck walked in causally and went to the back of the coffee line, no more than three steps away from Rex and I. He asked the woman at the back if this was where the line ended, she said, "uhuuh," and giggled. Of course while he's standing there people start crowding around, REx thinks I’m nodding at the obese pimpled woman and says, "no thanks," then B&N employees bolt from the back pulling at chuck’s arm telling him they’ll get his coffee. He rolled his eyes with a slight huff, as if to think, [I]maybe I’d like to get my own fucking coffee[/I].

I’m just saying I can’t see why he wouldn’t go to an author’s signing. He is one of the most down to earth authors I’ve met, and I’m sure, at some level, he resents this growing onslaught of fame, and simply enjoys doing what we all do.

[QUOTE=Dr.Jekyll&Mr.Hyde]Mowwwdahahaaaohaaaaaaahhhhhhforget it.

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did you copy and paste that whole thing? i certainly hope you didn't waste your time typing it all out. it was kind of funny though.

[QUOTE=Dr.Jekyll&Mr.Hyde]Mowwwdahahaaaohaaaaaaahhhhhhforget it.

At the Dallas reading, the one where your book was signed, Chuck walked in causally and went to the back of the coffee line, no more than three steps away from Rex and I. He asked the woman at the back if this was where the line ended, she said, "uhuuh," and giggled. Of course while he's standing there people start crowding around, REx thinks I’m nodding at the obese pimpled woman and says, "no thanks," then B&N employees bolt from the back pulling at chuck’s arm telling him they’ll get his coffee. He rolled his eyes with a slight huff, as if to think, [I]maybe I’d like to get my own fucking coffee[/I].

I’m just saying I can’t see why he wouldn’t go to an author’s signing. He is one of the most down to earth authors I’ve met, and I’m sure, at some level, he resents this growing onslaught of fame, and simply enjoys doing what we all do.[/QUOTE]

Dammit. I feel like a little fan girl. I've never even met the bloke, and I've got so much admiration for him. Especially after that School Fight Club article, where he just said Bless Those Kids, more-or-less-or-more. I mean. Dammit. If it wasn't for me reading Fight Club, I'd be outside with a pair of addidas trainers and a slutty twelve year old girlfriend.*

Idolatory is wrong, I know it's wrong, but hell. Chuck's amazing.

* May have embellished on my future as a dirty consumer chav

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