My schedule seems to have fallen into a pattern. Wednesdays and Thursdays are devoted to spending time with C. Usually I intend to see her Wednesday night, as by that time it has been a while since we've been together and I end up staying at her place. She works weekends so those days are her time off. The past few days I haven't been home and have spending nights at her place.
Yesterday she went for a waxing and, since I have no interest in sitting in a salon for an hour or however long it takes, I walked around the neighborhood. I'd never been there before but hoped to find something around to hold my interest.
I was wearing my Misfits t shirt, one of several new ones I bought to replace all that I'd lost. This shirt got a few people, mostly Misfits fans, to make comments. One elderly man that saw me talking to C came by after she left to get waxed and asked me if she knew I was a Misfit. The only other shirt that got this much participation was my late Ramones shirt.
I'm walking through the neighborhood and some guy tells me how much he likes my shirt and the Misfits and wants to show me some of his photos. Being from the Northeast I'm not usually that talkative to people I don't know but we stop and chat. He shows me the portfolio of photos of bands he's shot from Black Flag to Blondie, Iggy Pop to REM, the Replacements, Motorhead and dozens of bands. He used to live in Boston and is brother of Springa, the singer for SS Decontrol. We start talking about Boston and when I tell him I lived in South Boston he says it's fate because he was born there. We spend about half an hour talking. I end up telling him about my book and how I'm trying to get into publishing. He's working on a book of rock photos to get published and offer suggestions on who to go to and how to present it.
He's got a lot of connects in the Boston music/writing world and moved to Chicago for his wife (I know) and is building up a base in Chicago. Meanwhile he's opened a restaurant. We talked for about twenty minutes and I promise to try to get his stuff published if I ever have an opportunity. It ended up with him giving me his card. I haven't had much luck with publishing companies here, though admittedly I've put far more effort into writing than actually getting it published. It's good to meet someone looking for the same things I am, he's a great connect and the best way to find a good position is meet people working in the same area.
I'm going to direct my search more into the music/nightlife area as it seems that's where a lot of my leisure time is going anyway. I don't really have much of an interest in textbook or tech publishing, which is where I'd probably end up.


Hank III modeling my Misfits shirt.

If anyone's not familiar with Hank III yet, he's the grandson of Hank Williams and son of Hank Williams Jr. He is a country musician that has already alienated commercial Nashville bullshit and gone right to the real outlaw country of his grandfather rather than the love songs that is big in Country now. He's also got a death metal band called Assjack.

The resemblance between him and his granddad is spooky.


Hank III and Hank Williams