(Wow…it’s been awhile since I’ve written a blog post. I’ve got to get better at this blogging thing….)
So I just finished a new draft of a novel that I’m sending over to my amazing agent, Jim, tomorrow morning…but I am seized with that awful post-novel drain, that nebulous floating feeling that comes after you pour an entire year (or more) into a project that seems to consume your very existence.
I love sharing music with people. It compliments both my generous and my bossy nature (“Seriously, you’ll like this Steely Dan song, I swear….”) and for years, it’s what propelled my love of making mix tapes. To be able to give someone a song that reminds you of them is a profound gesture, a portable party, a way of saying “You Are Rad.”
So I created RecordSaturday as a group listening party, since my 900 friends on Twitter probably can’t fit in my apartment. I live-tweet an album from my collection (@libbycudmore) every Saturday night at 8 p.m., with stories about my personal connection to the album, cool record facts and a theme — I shared pictures of my best girlfriends with Cyndi Lauper’s She’s So Unusual for Galentine’s Day, and a Star Wars theme alongside Men At Work’s Business As Usual.