Monday, August 26, 2013

Here Are Five Good Reasons Why "Interview With the Vampire" is the Best Novel Ever Written


I believe a little background information is in order.

Growing up, I was a horror movie junkie.  While other kids were playing with dolls, I was hanging out with my imaginary friend – who happened to be Larry Talbot.  I’m betting most of you don’t recognize that name.  Larry Talbot was the name of the man who eventually became The Wolf Man.  Played by Lon Chaney, Jr. in several films in the 1940’s, most notably the original, Talbot was my favorite of a number of horror movie characters, including Bela Lugosi’s Count Dracula and, of course, Frankenstein’s Monster, as portrayed by Boris Karloff. 

While most pre-teens were spending their allowance on candy or toys, I spent a good part of mine on horror model kits and issues of my favorite magazine, Famous Monsters of Filmland.  (Exciting news – in researching the magazine just now, I find it is actually still being published!  This has made me inexplicably happy.)

The latest issue!

So it should come as no real surprise that my favorite novel of all time is a “horror” story.  And not just any horror story, I dare say.  My favorite novel of all time is Anne Rice’s first – and best – book, “Interview With the Vampire.”

Bottom right is the original 1977 paperback.

As you probably know, there have been numerous sequels to the book.  Some of them weren’t bad.  But none came even close to the original, which stands on its own as a terrific read, and a great piece of horror fiction.

Now, as you may recall from previous blogs, I have a Bachelors Degree in English.  I read a lot.  So, in answer to your unasked question, no, I am not foolish enough to think that this is some sort of literary masterpiece.  That status, I reserve for other “favorites,” like “Wuthering Heights,” “Great Expectations” or “Lord of the Flies.”  But when it comes to characters and storyline, as well as originality and imagination…”Interview” is hard to beat.

I first read the book in 1977 when the paperback came out.  I remember loving it so much that the first thing I did was to run out and buy another copy to mail to my best friend, who was living in New York.  While she didn’t love it quite as much as I did, we did have many interesting philosophical discussions about it.  And, to this day, I still believe she’s wrong about the one thing we argued most passionately about - the ending of the book is perfect, and, in fact, is the only possible ending.

Before we get into the reasons for my love affair with Louis and Claudia, a word about the film.  You know, the one with Tom Cruise as Lestat, and Brad Pitt as Louis.  I, of course, saw it on opening night.  I could barely contain my excitement, and dragged Mike with me.  He had never read the book.  He liked the movie.  To this day, I maintain that I could have done it much, much better.  And the casting?  Horrendous.  One small observation, which should give you some idea of how ludicrous the overall casting was.  Armand is about 15-16 years old physically, is beautiful in an overtly feminine way, and has auburn hair.  So really, who better to portray him than…Antonio Banderas?  Seriously?  Good grief.

Good casting takes a holiday.

But I digress.  Since that first reading, I’ve read the book at least a dozen times, probably more.  I am always horrified, enthralled and completely taken with it.  The story never fails to captivate me.

So, let’s talk about the five good reasons why “Interview With the Vampire” is the greatest novel of all time.  (Be forewarned – if you’ve never read the book, and think there is a chance you’ll want to after reading this, be careful, because I’m likely going to give away the ending…since the ending is so damn perfect.)

1.  The Story

A young man with a tape recorder encounters a stranger in a bar, and strikes up a conversation with him, hoping to convince him to share his life story.  This man claims to have a life story worth sharing, and invites the boy up to his room to hear it.  He then claims he is a vampire.  The boy is skeptical to say the least, but agrees to record his story.

That story takes us from the plantations and townhouses of eighteenth century New Orleans, through nineteenth century Paris, and on to twentieth century San Francisco.  The story is a fascinating account of a man’s struggle with his morality as, thanks to a shallow and lonely vampire, he becomes an unwilling member of the undead, and encounters everything from a 5 year old child who is also made into a vampire, to a group of mindless Eastern European revenants, and finally to a band of cruel but sophisticated vampires in Paris, who have created the Theatres des Vampires, where mortal men and women come to watch what they assume are “plays,” but are actually real death scenes orchestrated by the theater troupe, in which they (seen as actors by the unsuspecting audience) openly torture and kill beautiful young victims in front of a full house each night.  Through it all, Louis continues to question his own nature, and fights against the basest urges to try to retain some of his humanity.

As he tells his story, we see the boy’s attitude slowly change from suspicious to enchantment.  By the time Louis de Pointe du Lac finishes his life story, there is not a shred of doubt in the mind of Daniel Molloy that what he has just heard is true.

2.  The Characters

For my money, the characters created by Anne Rice for “Interview With the Vampire” are among the most original, enthralling and imaginative characters in the history of fiction.

Louis de Pointe du Lac is a handsome young man in his twenties, part of a plantation family in eighteenth century New Orleans.  He is a philosophical and romantic man, a lover of art and literature.  After the death of his brother, a religious zealot given to “visions,” Louis is left to care for his sister and mother.  He never forgives himself for his brother’s death, and the guilt drives him to take foolish chances.  After drinking too much one night, he encounters Lestat de Lioncourt, a beautiful blond vampire, in a dangerous area of the city.  Lestat attacks him and eventually makes him into a vampire. 

While the later novels focus on a somewhat re-invented Lestat, the Lestat of the first novel is, to me anyway, neither interesting nor sympathetic.  He is a lonely, not particularly intelligent young man, driven to create a companion for himself by not only his loneliness, but by a need for money and wealth as well.  He himself is not clever enough to gain these on his own, and must manipulate Louis into providing them for him.  

Louis, on the other hand, is completely fascinating.  Upon becoming a vampire, he embarks on a mission to save the life and reputation of a woman he has admired from afar in his mortal life.  He has moral and ethical issues with the need to feed on blood, and for many years, makes do with the blood of rats and other small animals.

Louis begs Lestat to share the secrets of the vampire world with him, eventually coming to realize that Lestat knows next to nothing about his own origins.  Eventually, much later in the story, Louis meets up with Armand, a 400 year old vampire in Paris, who appears to be everything Lestat is not.  But first he is “given” a companion by Lestat, who, fearing he is about to be left alone again, creates a vampire out of a starving, orphaned 5 year old girl.  The child, who they name Claudia, becomes Louis’ companion and foil for many years.

Claudia.  Rice’s piece de resistance.  Imagine, a 5 year old child vampire!  And then imagine that this child eventually becomes an intelligent, passionate and cruel woman…but only on the inside.  On the outside, she is forever doomed to reside in the body of a 5 year old girl.  My God, the horror, the shock – and above all, the utter brilliance of this!  Claudia is Louis’ match in intellect and Lestat’s match in cruelty.  The combination is both horrifying and magnificent.

3.  The Settings

There are two main locales in which the story takes place, and both hold a lot of meaning for me.  The book opens in 1791 New Orleans.  New Orleans might very well be my favorite city in the world.  I’ve been there numerous times, and I pretty much love everything about it.  I’d move there in a millisecond, but my practical husband has these silly ideas about unbearable heat and humidity as well as high crime rates, so, sadly, we probably won’t be living in a big old house in the Garden District any time soon.  (I did, however, see Anne Rice’s Garden District home once, many years back.) 

The latter part of the book takes place in nineteenth century Paris.  Ah, Paris.  A city I have long wished to see.  So far, the closest I’ve come to realizing that dream is to enjoy a croissant while walking along the cobblestone path at the Paris hotel and casino in Las Vegas.  I’m led to understand the real Paris is even better.

Both locations work beautifully in the context of the storyline.  If you know NOLA at all, it is remarkably easy to envision the characters walking along the Vieux CarrĂ© at night, feeding off their human prey in the alleys, or gazing into the little shops and cafes.  It's just as easy to imagine the grand Pointe du Lac plantation, and the townhouse where the three main characters eventually set up residence.  (The latter is based on the Gallier House, at 1132 Royal Street.  Just looking at it can put me into a trance, imagining the three of them up there.)

1132 Royal Street...is that
Claudia in the window?

The Paris of the nineteenth century comes alive in the book as well.  Even without having ever seen the city, I have very little trouble imagining the streets and buildings as described by Rice.  My only complaint is that she glosses over Louis and Armand’s nighttime visit to the Louvre.  Now, that would have been fascinating to read about!

4.  The Homoerotic Undertones

Even though (in Rice’s novels, anyway) vampires cannot make love, there are enough homoerotic references in the book to make for a whole other blog. 

There are very few female characters in the book.  Claudia, of course, is a child, at least physically.  Madeleine, although a young woman, is portrayed as a mother figure.  Celeste, one of the Parisian vampires at the Theatres des Vampires, is seen as beautiful but cold and cruel.  The males, on the other hand, are uniformly fascinating, physically attractive and sensual.  And, I mean, come on, they flirt with one another like nobody’s business!

What exactly is going on with Louis’ initial enchantment with Lestat?  At one point, very early in the story, Louis describes Lestat’s movement as “so graceful and so personal that at once it made me think of a lover.”  Later, in Paris, Armand talks about the love between himself and the vampire who made him, and later tells Louis, “I want you.  I want you more than anything in the world.”

I imagine a lot more could be made of this whole thing if the novel were written today.  But for a story written in 1976, or possibly earlier, since it was originally a short story, this is pretty amazing stuff!

5.  The Ending

As I’ve said, as far as I’m concerned, there was only one possible way to end the story.  Have you guessed what it is?  If you haven’t, and you don’t want to know, I would highly recommend you stop right here, and run out and read the book.  Trust me, it will be time well spent.

As I read the book for the first time, all I could think about was how completely amazing it must be to be a vampire.  At least a vampire as portrayed by Anne Rice.  Yes, I would no doubt miss food and sex, but living forever seemed to me to be a more than adequate tradeoff.  To see the changes in society and in the world over the years, to be able to travel pretty much unencumbered, can you even imagine!?

So when, at the conclusion of Louis’ story, Daniel begs him to make him into a vampire, my immediate response was, “yes, of course!”  Louis’ response, predictably, was shock and disbelief.  “This…after all I’ve told you…is what you ask for?”

Daniel answers him perfectly.  “You don’t know what human life is like!”

I’m older and wiser now.  I’m not entirely sure I’d take the offer if it were somehow to be made.  But I’m not that much older, and definitely not that much wiser. 

Because I still think I might.




Monday, August 19, 2013

Here Are Five Good Reasons Why I Love the Subway


I have a confession to make.  I don’t drive.  Oh, I have my driver’s license, but, trust me, it’s in everyone’s best interest if I only use it for identification purposes.

I am also a big proponent of public transportation.  I’m not sure whether the main reason for this is that I truly believe in it, or just the fact that I don’t drive, so I sort of have to use it.  It’s kind of like the old “which came first, the chicken or the egg” question.

Either way, I am fortunate to live in a city where the public transportation system happens to be pretty good.  (I can almost hear the groans of disagreement as I type.) 

Boston’s subway system, known by commuters as “the T” (an extremely shortened version of Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority), is the oldest public transit system in the country.  There are times, I admit, when it seems some of the cars being used now might possibly be original equipment.  However, most of the time, the system works.

In fact, I kind of enjoy it.

Which is why I felt it might be fun to present to you my five good reasons why I love the subway.  Let’s get started!

1.  The Price is Right

Yup, you read that right.  The subway is a veritable bargain.  The current price of a single subway ride is $2.50, and if you have a monthly pass, called a "Charlie Card," it works out to a lot less. 

I live in a small town that is essentially a part of Boston.  I can walk from my home to the Orient Heights subway station in East Boston in under 20 minutes.  I’ve taken a taxi home from my downtown Boston office a couple of times.  The total distance is just about 6 miles.  In early rush hour traffic, the taxi took about an hour to get me home...and cost me about $35.  For the price of a subway ticket, I can get from Aquarium station, just up the street from my office, to Orient Heights in under 15 minutes, and then walk for another 15 or so minutes, and be home.  To me, there is no comparison between those two options.

The "Charlie Card"

 2.  It’s Pretty Easy to Find Your Way Around

The Boston subway system is color-coded.  Not only does this make for pretty looking maps, but it makes it relatively easy to figure out which subway station and which platform are the right ones.  Need to travel on the Blue Line (downtown Boston to the nearby northern suburbs, via East Boston and the airport)?  Go into one of the stations that include a blue bar on its entrance, and stand at the platform with the blue bar.  Not sure which direction to go?  “Inbound” refers to travel towards downtown Boston, and “outbound,” you guessed it, refers to travel away from downtown Boston.

Colorful Boston Subway Map


3.  It’s Usually Reliable

Okay, no smartass comments from you locals.  I said “usually,” didn’t I?  Yes, there can be delays.  And, oh, can those delays be horrific.  That 30-minute door-to-door I bragged about earlier has taken well over two hours a few times.  But the vast majority of the time, the T runs on or close to schedule.  And there’s a lot to be said for that.

4.  You Can Feel Self-Righteous and Superior

After all, you’re not contributing to the pollution of the earth by using a gas guzzling, carbon-emitting car!  So go ahead and give your friends smug looks.  Shake your head sadly.  Hell, roll your eyes if the mood strikes.  You’ve earned it!  They’re not the ones battling old ladies for a seat every morning.  They’re not the ones sitting next to that weird guy who didn’t shower this week.  Or last week.  Or possibly this month.

5.  The People-Watching is World Class

You didn’t think this was just going to be a straightforward love letter about the subway, did you?  As you will no doubt come to understand, humor is a very big part of my worldview, and therefore will be applied liberally to all blog entries.

The best reason to ride the T is really very simple.  There are more unfortunate fashion choices, sanity-impaired individuals, and just plain old weirdoes per square inch than you could ever hope for.  It is always entertaining.  I’ve been riding the rails for over 30 years, so I’ve pretty much seen it all.  And I am more than willing to share a few of my recent (read “post-iPhone camera”) sightings with you here.  Be forewarned.  This could affect your dreams for many nights to come.  (Some words of advice - headphones and/or a good book.  Don’t leave home without them.  Anti-bacterial wipes aren’t a bad idea, either.)

No, sadly, I don't believe he was on his way to a costume party...
Not sure which of these is my favorite, the, ah, fashion-challenged
young lady on the left, or the dude with the "Cocaine & Caviar" cap.
Okay, you're right, it's a toss up.
Just think.  You can never un-see this.  You're welcome!

So that’s the T, summarized rather nicely, I think.  When you factor in the entertainment value, you can see that that reasonable price I mentioned earlier is even more of a bargain than you might have originally thought.

Happy commuting!

Monday, July 29, 2013

Here Are Five Good Reasons Why Scott Miller Belongs in the Rock'n'Roll Hall of Fame


Chances are, your initial reaction to the above is something along the lines of “Who the hell is Scott Miller?”

Well, rest assured, you’re not alone.

Let’s travel back in time, to 1987.  Back then, Newbury Comics was a severely hip record store, rather than the tacky tourist trap chain it’s become - virtually the only place I knew of, for instance, where I could find the latest issue of Bucketful of Brains, an “underground” music fanzine I was especially fond of.  One Saturday, while looking around for something interesting, I noticed a couple of albums called “Enigma Variations” and “Enigma Variations 2,” which looked to be samplers of a bunch of different artists who were signed to the Enigma label.  I’d never heard of any of the artists, but it cost about $6.00 for the two of them, so I thought to myself, hey, what the hell, why not?

Some things are just meant to be.

The first volume didn’t have a lot that grabbed me - with one gigantic exception.  The song was “24,” and the band was Game Theory.  A lovely little guitar riff, and a singer with a slightly nasal but sweet voice, more than a little reminiscent of Chris Stamey of the dB’s. Interesting, intelligent lyrics - and my God, the melody was just gorgeous!  The song blew me away.

Volume 2 had a couple more Game Theory songs on it.  “Shark Pretty” started out with a vaguely rockabilly guitar, and a breathy, almost sexy vocal, and, again, smart, fascinating lyrics.  I wasn’t completely in love with this one, not like “24,” but it was still damn good.  And there was still one more song (with apologies for the video…it was the ‘80’s, remember…).

“Erica’s Word” was…well, perfect.  It’s a perfect pop song.  The first perfect Scott Miller pop song I ever heard, but far from the last.  The melody was absolutely amazing, and the lyrics were like nothing I’d ever heard before, at least not in a pop song.  The first two lines of the song were nothing short of brilliant:

“Erica's gone shy/Some unknown X behind the why.” 

I was an English major, but I knew clever mathematical wordplay when I heard it.

I was back at Newbury Comics a few days later, and I left with a copy of “Lolita Nation,” the newest Game Theory album.  I eventually had their entire available catalog, and they had become one of my absolute favorite bands, which they
remain to this day. Me and about a thousand other people - which doesn’t exactly spell huge album sales.

Game Theory broke up around 1989, and Miller started another band a couple of years later called The Loud Family, named not for the SNL skits about, well, a loud family, but for the 1970’s PBS reality series, “An American Family.”  The Loud Family essentially broke up around 2000, after years of great music, and disappointing record sales. 

I really wish this story had a happy ending, but it doesn’t.  In fact the ending sucks. Scott passed away suddenly this past April, at the age of 53.  He’d been “retired” from the music industry for several years, but had been talking about a possible Game Theory reunion.  In the meantime, he had written a well-received book called “Music: What Happened,” a collection of insights and commentary into his favorite songs of the past 40+ years.  He was working full time in the technology industry as a software engineer.  He left behind a beautiful wife and two adorable little girls - and a lot of heartbroken fans.

I’m not writing this blog to explain the reasons behind the lack of success of these two brilliant bands, and, in particular, of Scott Miller.  I can’t explain the reasons, because I honestly don’t understand what they are.  I expect everyone to fall in love with music and lyrics of this caliber, the way I did.  I am always surprised when they don’t.

So, anyway, let’s get to the 5 reasons why Scott Miller - a man who sold maybe 200,000 albums over a 30+ year career, and is apparently only the second most well known Scott Miller in the music industry - belongs in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

1.  The Hair

One look at a photo of Scott Miller and you know you’ve stumbled upon one of the great heads of hair in the history of pop music.  Masses of auburn curls frame his face so perfectly, it looks as if he’s spent hours achieving “the look.”  This hair is easily the equal of the young Morrison or Plant in all respects.  It’s nothing short of magnificent.

Photo by Robert Toren

Photo by Robert Toren 


2.  "Scott Miller Said" by the Revenants

Okay, admittedly, this is not exactly the Replacements/Paul Westerberg masterpiece “Alex Chilton”…but the Revenants, an Irish band, actually did record a song with this title.  The first line of the song is, “Scott Miller said ‘you can’t get good in an afternoon,’ ” which is a reference to a line in a song on Game Theory’s cult classic album, “Lolita Nation.”  Not a lot of rockers have themselves immortalized in a song title, even if it’s some completely unknown Irish band, and the song isn’t all that good.  (Hey don't blame me, I told you it wasn't very good.)

3.  The Melodies

Okay, obviously, the above is meant to be tongue-in-cheek.  (Although I will defend Scott’s hair to anybody, any time!) 

But, the bottom line is, I sincerely believe this man to be the equal of any songwriter of the past 50 years.  And, yes, I am familiar with Lennon-McCartney, Dylan, Brian Wilson, Springsteen, Michael Jackson, Lady Gaga, and pretty much anyone else you care to throw out there.  Scott Miller’s ear for melody is the match of any one of them. 

His best songs unfailingly feature beautiful, memorable, and sometimes haunting tunes that stick in your mind long after you’ve heard them. 

Trying to pick out a few favorites for inclusion here has been truly difficult.  For one thing, the music of Game Theory differs quite a bit from that of the later band, The Loud Family.  If you’ve heard differently (a lot of people basically refer to the latter as “Game Theory, continued”), I’m here to tell you, whoever told you that could not be more wrong.

I’ve struggled with the words to effectively convey the difference between the two bands, and I think I can sum it up this way - Game Theory played shimmering, melodic pop music, with occasional flashes of dense, visceral rock’n’roll.  The Loud Family played dense, visceral rock’n’roll, with occasional flashes of shimmering, melodic pop music.

Both bands produced more than their fair share of incredible music.

For sheer melodic gorgeousness, it’s hard not to give Game Theory the edge.  Their music was sweeter and more wistful.  Miller later referred to the songs as “young-adult-hurt-feeling-a-thons,” which is actually not a bad description…but they were also damn good. 

"We Love You, Carol and Alison" is such a lovely, joyous anthem, it came as no surprise to me when I learned recently it was written as a wedding song for some friends.  The song literally shimmers.

“The Real Sheila” is reminiscent of “Erica’s Word,” in its outright pop perfection. Why neither of these songs was even a minor hit is something I will never understand.

The Loud Family could come up with some beautiful songs, too.   How about “Inverness,” from their wonderful debut album, “Plants and Birds and Rocks and Things”  (yes that’s exactly where the name comes from).

4.  The Voice

I can clearly picture Scott up there, looking down and reading this - and laughing hysterically as he notices reason #4.  He was always his own worst critic, particularly when it came to his singing voice.  The liner notes of Game Theory’s brilliant “Big Shot Chronicles” include a musical credit that reads, “Scott Miller – guitar, miserable whine.”  My own husband cannot listen to Game Theory, and the reason he gives is Miller’s singing voice.

Sorry.  I disagree with both of them.

Yes, it has a tendency to sound a bit “whiny” at times, particularly on the older Game Theory albums.  But it’s also such an expressive voice!  Whether Scott was singing about a girl who broke his heart, or about “MIT grad alley cats with time on their hands,” his voice always conveyed the mix of emotion and intelligence that marked his best work.

“The Red Baron” was an early Game Theory song, a hallmark of the afore-mentioned “Young-Adult-Hurt-Feelings-A-Thon” period.  It's also an absolute gem.  The vocal is maybe a little bit “whiny” for some, but the emotion is hard to deny.  The way Scott sings the “stay the way I hate you” lines never fails to kill me.

The more I listen to “Some Grand Vision of Motives and Irony” from The Loud Family’s afore-mentioned debut album, the more convinced I am that it’s one of the most beautiful songs I have ever heard.  The vocal is astoundingly heartbreaking, and, for me, one of Miller’s best.  Sadly, there is no direct link to this song that I was able to locate, and try as I might, I could not for the life of me figure out how to make and upload a slideshow. There is a link to the entire album, but that’s the best I can do.  The song comes on at right around the 20:00 mark.  Seriously, it’s worth the effort.

Aside from the amazing vocals, that Zachary Smith guitar is nothing short of perfection, and the lyrics are terrific.

This is such a perfect “torch song,” I think my husband could do almost anything...and if he stood under my window and sang this song, I’d probably forgive him. 

Another of my favorite Loud Family songs is on 1996’s “Interbabe Concern,” recorded shortly after the breakup of Miller’s first marriage.  The song is “Top Dollar Survivalist Hardware” (the boy had a way with song titles). It isn’t one of the emotional powerhouses on the album.   In fact, it might be the heaviest rock song Scott Miller ever wrote, with an absolutely killer Kenny Kessel bass line that literally invades your gut.  It also features a vocal that manages to be effeminate, whiny, and obnoxious all at the same time - and yet, it works, and has become one of my favorite of Scott’s vocals.  Check out the way he goes into that one-syllable, almost-falsetto in the refrain. I love this song - a lot.  

5.  The Lyrics

Ask any Scott Miller fan the main reason they’re a fan, and chances are they’ll talk about Miller’s way with words.  It’s nearly impossible to pick out just a few examples.  His lyrics are that good, managing to combine his love of literature (he was a huge James Joyce fan), mathematics and science, clever wordplay, humor, and intelligence into some of the best lyrics in pop music.

From “The Real Sheila,” one of Game Theory’s “shoulda-been-hits”:

“Lord knows that I’m not exactly the boy of my own dreams/And if I were a girl with dreams, I’d have dreams as big as you please.”

The “Lolita Nation” album closes with the masterful “Together Now, Very Minor.”  Difficult to listen to since Miller’s passing, it carries a real emotional punch.  It was 1987, but he was basically writing his own obituary:

“And write the obit when you do/He never ran out when the spirits were low/A nice guy, as minor celebrities go/Alright, all together now, very minor/I know.”

From Game Theory’s final album, “Two Steps from the Middle Ages,” the song is “You Drive” – the words, those of a lifelong “outsider”:

“Across the nation, every sports bar turns the pre-game on/And every regular is sneering like we don’t belong.
No, it’s not true, I played a lot of baseball in my younger days/One day, the diamonds were all gone.”

The Loud Family’s “The Tape of Only Linda,” from 1994, isn’t nearly as strong an album as their debut album.  Still, it shows flashes of brilliance, including what might be my single favorite Scott Miller line.  Deceptive in its uncharacteristic (for Miller) simplicity, it’s in the song “My Superior”:

“We kiss, and fix whatever’s wrong/But I don’t stay kissed long.”

So unassuming, and yet, so complex.  We’ve all been in a relationship like that - whether we want to admit to it or not.

1996’s “Interbabe Concern,” as I’ve mentioned, deals with Miller’s private bitterness and heartbreak.    With lines like this one, from “Screwed Over by Stylish Introverts,” you get an idea of where his head was at - heartwrenching, but at the same time, superb:

“You let me know that calling just because I’m lonely is completely rude/You could work this into a lecture to the starving not to beg for food.” 

Okay, I could ramble on about these songs for the next six months.  But then I’m pretty sure no one would ever read my blog again.  So that kind of defeats the purpose.  I’ll leave you with one more glorious lyric, from one more glorious Scott Miller masterpiece.  This one is called “Sister Sleep,” and it’s on the 1998 album ”Days for Days”:

“Girl, being close hurts/So I’ve called from the outskirts/With road noise at a phone booth/So we won’t hear the whole truth.”

I think you can probably guess by now, I don’t actually mind that Scott Miller is not ever going to be elected to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  I have very little, if any, respect for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  For God’s sake, they passed over Joan Jett. 

What I mind is that this brilliant, talented man died without ever achieving the kind of status he should have achieved as a songwriter and musician.  What I mind is how many Scott Millers there no doubt are out there, right now, working their asses off, writing great songs, and being ignored while the public rushes out to buy (okay, download) the latest crap from the major labels.

If this little blog gets even a couple of people to listen to these songs and say to themselves, “wow, this guy was good,” then I’ll have done something.

Rest In Peace, Scott.  And thanks for all the beautiful music.