Wednesday, August 09, 2006


Of course I Google myself! And NO that doesn't mean THAT! Having done so recently -- just for curiosity, you understand -- I noted a site that linked to the podcast of "Little Girl Down the Way."

I'm trying to post it here. I have no idea if this will work -- if my previous history with this kind of stuff is any indication of the future, it won't -- but there we are. Go here:

IF you can get there...have a listen and let me know what you think.


Mel said...

Sorry I haven't commented on this, but it's only b'coz my home comp is slower than a slow death and my work comp is - well, my work comp.
And I do have some scruples.
I will do my damnedest to listen to it the next time I'm at my brother's house, because he has a fancy fast gamer PC.

Jamie said...

Downloaded last week and listened to this afternoon ... man. That is some seriously, seriously dark stuff. It is probably worth noting that I'm actually not all that into the dark stuff -- more my husband's bag than mine -- so perhaps my creep-out threshhold is lower than some. But this story managed to hit all the notes that seriously creep me out. Well done!

(Mel, it's just as well that you don't listen to this on your work comp -- you wouldn't be able to think quite straight for the rest of the day!)

Larry Santoro said...


Thanks for the comment. Thanks, too, for mentioning to Mel that this story is not meant for at-work listening. I did a blog entry about the piece when it first went up and I probably should have reiterated the warning.

By the way, "Little Girl Down the Way" is now slated for publication in an anthology to be released from Annihilation Press later this year.

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

I gave the link to my friend Dan and he is bringing a CD over tomorrow. Hope you are enjoying the new television. I will look even more like a humpback dwarf when visiting now...

Michael Fountain: Blood for Ink said...

Sounds great, and very impressed by the professional sounding production values/musical setting by David Munger. Maybe we ought to have incidental music whenever we read. Robert Bly accompanies himself on the bazouki when he reads poetry, so why not?