Last night was another Word for Word workshop in Bryant Park. Miranda McLeod was back for a session on short stories. I was looking forward to it because I wanted to give myself that treat — summer evening set aside for my writing and all — and, as I said last week, I really like the way Miranda leads her workshops.
All was good for the first half hour or so … and then it got really loud on the west side of the park. REALLY loud. And that would be because, in some unfortunate mis-scheduling snafu, a CONCERT began! Yes, in the middle of trying to focus on writing, in the middle of trying to think, in the middle of putting myself into the brain-space I need to move to when I want to tell a story … there was a Squeeze concert!
Please understand, I happen to love Squeeze. Tempted has been a favorite song of mine from the moment I first heard it. But it’s just a little difficult to combine Cool for Cats with class.
It was more funny for me than annoying. And maybe that’s because I was able to get enough into my writing that I didn’t even realize it was Squeeze until they were into their third or fourth song, so focused I missed Black Coffee in Bed! It wasn’t until When the Hangover Strikes began that I sat up and took notice. A Squeeze concert! What on earth is Squeeze doing in Bryant Park on a Thursday night? Too bizarre, but also fabulous.
In the end … I got to hear some songs I love but haven’t listened to in ages and which — horror of horrors — I had neglected to add to my iPod (happily, that oversight has been resolved). Better still, I got started on a new story!