I was sixteen when The Crow Road was adapted for television, my first encounter with the writing of Iain Banks.
Even now, just the mention of The Crow Road brings back that time for me: sixth year at school, everyone having a crush on Joe McFadden, getting the book for Christmas and being totally engrossed in it from start to finish (when I wasn’t distracted by those brown doe-eyes of ‘Prentice’ on the cover).
It also seemed as if everyone was reading his books. My dad, my next door neighbour, some random girl I met at a party. His writing able to encompass all readers.
At sixteen it dealt with those issues I could relate to as an angsty teenager – families, sex, death, drink, unrequited love. It was also set in Argyll, which was where my dad had grown up and where I’d spent many happy times visiting my grandparents, so it all just seemed to click for me in the way certain films, albums and books do when you’re a teenager.
Reading it was an epiphany, discovering ‘contemporary Scottish fiction’ for the first time. The joy and despair of it. Realising that this was what I wanted to write, but knowing that I’d never be able to come up with something so brilliant.
When I moved to Edinburgh, he was one of the first customers I served in Virgin Megastore. I was genuinely star struck and too shy to tell him I was a fan. After that I got used to seeing him in Edinburgh; like Greyfriars Bobby or the Scott Monument, you’d just pass him in the street every so often. Always with a smile on his face, like he wasn’t quite there but off somewhere else inside his head.
It’s funny how a stranger can have such an influence on you. Time to re-read that copy of The Crow Road…
Radio 6 had a really interesting programme on last weekend marking 40 years of Virgin Records. I have to admit that, even though I worked in Virgin Megastore on Princes Street for four or five years, I didn’t actually know that much about the history before listening to the programme.
I can’t really picture the Richard Branson of today smoking pot and sitting on a beanbag listening to music, but that’s how it all started – a small record shop in London to a major record label. I love a bit of pop culture trivia and Richard Branson had some great stories - the shyness of Mike Oldfield, the linguistics of the word ‘bollocks’ (also means ‘priests’ apparently) and the sexual antics of Keith Richards!
Although at times the job was a bit shit, on the whole I loved working at Virgin. For me it was a perfect ‘just finished uni job’ – venturing out into the real world for the first time but not doing it in a scary, serious kind of way. I earned enough money to live on, got discounted CDs and DVDs (still VHS when I first started), maintained the social life of a student and worked with a bunch of really cool (often eccentric) people who were just as passionate about music and films as I am.
I look back on my time working there with a great deal of fondness, and I still have a lot of friends (and also a husband!) from the Virgin Megastore days.
When I wrote Trackman, it seemed an obvious choice to have Davie work in Virgin Megastore on Princes Street. I could write about what I knew and, at the same time, pay tribute to a special time in my life.
Hanging out with Mark Owen.
Sorry for neglecting the blog recently. I’ve been trying to write my next novel and this has kept me pretty busy for the last few months. I’ve got the bare bones of something now, it just needs a lot(!) of editing done to it. I’ve had a wee break from it for the last three weeks as I’ve been on my official/unofficial (not quite sure) honeymoon. I’m hoping this means that I’ll come back to it with new eyes and go on an editing frenzy. We spent our time off on a road trip through the Canadian Rockies (Calgary to Vancouver), then ended with a few days in Seattle. It was an ace trip, a once-in-a-lifetime kind of thing. Although I took a break from writing, I had my notebook handy so maybe I’ll write a Canadian/USA themed story in the future, possibly one about my brush with scary security guards at Sea-Tac airport – ‘gather all your belongings and come with us, ma’am.’
Our holiday was bookended by two great gigs so here’s a couple of music videos in the meantime. One features in Trackman and one doesn’t but should (another of those damn I should have put them in the book moments…)
I just wanted to wish everyone a Merry Christmas and say thanks to all of you who bought Trackman this year. I hope you enjoyed it!
Best wishes for a happy and healthy 2013 and I will try to finish writing book number two!
So the writing took a bit of a hiatus at the weekend as we were visiting my sister. She’s an athlete and is based down in Bath as that’s where she trains. I’m trying to get the next novel written at the moment, but it’s hard trying to fit it in between the office job and jaunts down South!
While we were down there we visited Stonehenge, which I didn’t realise was so close to Bath. It’s one of those places I’ve always wanted to visit and, as the very helpful audio guide reminded me, it’s the setting of a famous scene from Tess of the d’Urbervilles.
To hear more about this press 44, that’s 4 then 4.
I’m a big fan of Mr Hardy, so I’m hoping that the mystical stones will inspire me in my writing as they did him. If nothing else, I can tick off yet another site from my Beatles pilgrimage list (Salisbury Plain).
Take my photo! George Harrison stood quite near here once!
Anyway here’s me and wee sis at Stonehenge (just after this was taken a Spanish lady asked me to take her photo, then made me take it again as ‘there were too many other people in it!’)
I spent a very lovely morning last Saturday with Ali and Ian from Scots Whay Hae and am delighted to be featured in one of the Scots Whay Hae podcasts.
I’m a big fan of the Scots Whay Hae blog and was very chuffed to hear that Ali enjoyed Trackman so much. You can read his original review of it here.
Anyway, please tune in to the podcast and listen to me chatting to Ali about my novel Trackman, as well as music, Stephen King, my love of the Beatles and rabbits amongst other things.
You can listen to it at itunes or RSS - hope you enjoy!
My husband and I sat in the bar of the Pleasance Theatre last night having a drink before the Rachel Sermanni gig. They were showing some pish-awful music on a big TV screen including Christina Aguilera’s latest offering. Christina wears not very much, writhes around singing completely forgettable chart trash and has one night stands with men (including in a toilet cubicle – classy!) before killing them. She adheres to this awful idea of attractiveness where all women must look identical and have no unique qualities whatsoever – artificially blonde mermaid -style hair, caked on make-up, false eyelashes, orange skin. I found the whole thing very depressing.
Enter Rachel Sermanni – fresh faced, hair tied back, wearing jeans and a baggy jumper. She picked up her guitar and pretty much stunned the entire audience into silence from her first song onwards. She is everything a singer should be – talented musician, beautifully unique voice, endearing stage presence, exceptional songwriter and lyricist, not a clone.
I hope young girls aspire to be the next Rachel Sermanni and not the next Christina Aguilera.
P.S Her support act was the excellent singer songwriter Lidh from Anstruther – is there anybody from Anstruther who is not musically talented?