Time May Change Me, But I Can’t Trace Time

What does it say that my last post was in remembrance of Lou Reed?

And just a few posts before that was my tribute to Captain Beefheart.

I suppose the only thing that dusts off the Creeter QWERTY is an influential musician passing through to the starry expanse.

And, glory-be, David Bowie was as influential as they come.

Announcement of his death on January 10th left me so thunderstruck that I had no words for several days. I sat by and read friend after friend pour out their hearts and tears. I read article after article praise his career and character. All I could do was passively click “Like” and silently weep.

No, that’s not all I could do. I also cranked up the volume.

Hunky Dory (1971) is, by my standards, one of the top 10 albums of all time. It’s hard to choose a best David Bowie album, it’s true, but Hunky Dory just takes it all to the next level for me.

Everything from his deliciously passionate vocals, to the wide range in music style honoring his favorite musicians, to the ever-present message that it’s not only okay to be an outsider – it’s good, it’s healthy, it’s necessary. You, in being abnormal, are normal. Love yourself. You are the future.

One of my favorite tracks is the song Bowie wrote upon receiving news he would become a father. “Kooks” is so simple and beautiful; the perfect song from a parent to child. I cannot wait for my husband and I to sing it to our baby when we have one.

I suppose it really is fitting that Lou Reed brought me back last time, and David Bowie brings me back now. This time I plan to stick around for a while.

Let’s take you out on a track from Hunky Dory that Bowie wrote for Lou Reed. In fact, the two of them performed it together on stage for Bowie’s 50th Birthday Bash in 1997.




Sure ‘Nuff ‘n’ Yes I Do

This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but for some reason I can never remember to actually post on Wednesday. All Tuesday I think, “Yay! Tomorrow’s my turn to post!” And then all Thursday I think, “Crap! I forgot to post!”

Anyway. I figure it’s not that big a deal since I (and occasionally Sara) seem to be the only one(s) posting these days. Oh Erin and Steven Creeter, how we miss you!

Okay, now on to what I meant to write.

Next week I shove off for this year’s Sigma Tau Delta convention. I went last year, when it was in Minneapolis. You can take a trip down memory lane and read about that post here. This year the convention is in St. Louis, and I don’t know any of the professional authors lined up to speak. But it’s sure to be a swell time had by all, believe you me!

I’m presenting another one of my short stories and a critical essay. Actually, I’m reading the Dostoevsky essay I mentioned in last year’s “I’m goin’ to the STD con!” post. The paper is called “Hey, Fyodor, Leave Them Jews Alone: Dostoevsky’s Anti-Semitism” and it is my favorite essay I’ve ever written. Mostly because it was incredibly easy to write. And because I love me some Jews. (Which is probably why it was incredibly easy to write, since I actually cared about the subject.)

St. Louis! I just felt like saying that. I love visiting new cities, so I can’t wait to go, even if only for the “I’m somewhere I’ve never been before!” aspect. I’m actually flying into Arkansas so I can meet up with the other English majors from my Alma mater, and we’re all going to take a road trip to the convention. It’ll be a long drive but, again, I’m a fan of traveling.

Hopefully I’ll have something exciting to report when I get back.

Rachel Creeter

P.S. The title of this post is a song from the Captain Beefheart album Safe As Milk. The Cap’n was pure genius. Here he is performing the song with His Magic Band in 1968: