Dauphin County Library Celebrates Local Authors
The Dauphin County library system held its annual local authors day at the East Shore branch, so Teresa and I went out to see what was happening.
Prescott is the author of the vampire YA “Taken, Awoke, Reborn.”
I know that Mallory is writing poetry for children, but I think that is also an awesome origin story for a horror novel. I guess it was suggested by my recent reading of Mira Grant’s “Rolling in the Deep,” in which her mermaids are nasty, vicious, and very very dangerous. But when I was younger, I thought that “The Cat in the Hat” was about a home invasion and kidnapping, so I’ve always been prone to gloomy thoughts.
With Mr. Mike, the event took a particularly weird turn. We were talking about his books and his other work which involves visiting schools, emceeing the children’s stage at book festivals (as I note from his website, he’ll be doing that at the Day of the Book festival in Kensington, Md., on April 22.
Event promotions aside, we talked about his CD of dino-related music. Mike used to drum for bands back in the day, and we talked about the bands we saw. I was recalling when I roomed with a family in Chapel Hill, N.C. in the early ‘80s when I attended UNC. I kept blanking on the family’s name, but described the kid, a boy of about 10, who played the guitar like Clapton and looked like a young Mick Jagger. I did recall that he grew up to play for a little-known band called the Flat Duo Jets.
“Oh, yeah, I know them,” Mr. Mike said (note: quote not accurate). I kept trying and failing to drag out more names, but described the scene in Chapel Hill at that time. New bands were forming and disbanding, and we’d see groups like REM before they became monster hits.
“Then there was the group,” I stammered, “where the drummer was this girl.”
“Sara Romweber?” he said.
“Yes! She was a member of the family I was living with!” My voice might have went up an octave.
“Let’s Active?”
“You know Let’s Active?” and I’m afraid I shouted something like funque. In the library.
Mike remembers seeing the band in D.C. after Sara left the group. During the concert, he was close enough to the new drummer to ask, during the show, whatever happened to her.
After that, more names came flooding out: Don Dixon, Mitch Easter, X-Teens, Fabulous Poodles, Arrogance (and their side band, Dogbreath). They were all part of the Chapel Hill scene that at one point seemed like it could have become as big as Seattle became when Nirvana came around.
We talked more about musicians who made it big and those who didn’t, and why that happened. But I was still riding a high of meeting, more than 35 years later, someone who knew the group who rehearsed in the same house I rented a room from for two years. A family with members in Wikipedia.
And who wouldn’t remember me from Adam, but that’s all right.
“You know,” he said, “you ought to write about that.” And I think he’s right.
Finally, there was the romance writers panel in which we heard stories about how they celebrated their successes and what writers influenced them.