Melbourne, November, 2021
We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns. Its disappointments. Its frustrations. Its salvation. We steer clear, hopefully, of self-indulgence, of complaining.
Short letters. Handwritten. A page or two. Get to the point, don’t linger. Get it off your chest. Maybe an impromptu poem. Often a drawing from Paul. Posted. Sometimes even hand-delivered. We aren’t far apart, literally.
Sometimes a quick flurry of communiques. Then, quiet for weeks. A month or two.
Recently we wrote about how so many people call themselves writers these days. (On Instagram and Facebook and lord knows where else you can ‘post a story’ in a matter of seconds.). We wrote about the decline in pay rates for writers. And the lack of pay in general*.
We write to each other. A handshake in thought, as Paul often farewells.
Stereo Story # 653
*(And, yes, Vin acknowledged the paradox of not being able to pay contributors to this very site.)
Paul and Vin previously collaborated on Handyman Blues
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This is great. makes sense and thanks for introducing me to Gillian Welch
Thanks Paul. I love that song. Go long with the wind!
The truth of art & creativity in all its forms. Beautiful words – gorgeous song. I love your tradition with friends Vin, of communicating in the written word. Love Gillian Welch & Dave Rawlings (that subtle, barely audible harmony under Gillian’s sweet melody – intermittently filling up her notes to make the most perfectly complete sound). They are the masters of ‘sad/beautiful’.
I love the blend of handwritten words along with the visual art!