My pal Janis Ian has written all her friends and colleagues, asking us to help publicize her new website. It has tons of content, including articles, free downloads, streaming music, lyrics and chord charts. Plus things to buy in her store. Which benefits not Janis but the Pearl Foundation (named in honor of her late mother) which funds college scholarships. "Hopefully," she writes, employing the new, rather than the traditional meaning of that adverb, "the entire site is geared not just toward showing you how fabulous I am (which we knew already...), but toward providing content for other artists, particularly young ones, who may find it helpful to avoid my many mistakes."
You can find it at www.janisian.com. Or just click here.
And why am I so cooperatively helping to flog Janis's new site? First, because she is, as I say, a pal. Second, because only yesterday I went onto the web to listen to some Antarctic radio and the first song that came up was "At Seventeen," so when her email arrived I was already thinking about her. And third, because it gives me the chance to re-retell one of my favorite stories:
Some time ago, Janis breezed through Southeastern Pennsylvania on tour and so Gregory Frost and I went out to dinner with her. Lively conversation ensued. At one point, something either Greg or I said so astonished Janis that she exclaimed, "Writers have even bigger egos than musicians!"
"Of course," Greg murmured urbanely.
"Musicians," I explained, "have to be able to play well with others.
And I'll be posting more . . .
Soon. I apologize for not posting yesterday as promised. I started proofing the Tor reissue of Stations of the Tide and didn't stop until it was done and my work day was over. So I guess I've got a moral obligation to make my next several posts particularly interesting, huh?