SWOLLEN APPETITE
“Legend had it that if you lived in San Francisco for too long, you’d lose your mind. I lived there from 1992 until 1997, and the legend came true. I found the right place at the right time to fall apart.”
SWOLLEN APPETITE spans the five years I spent as a young artist on the cusp of becoming in the fertile and gorgeously messed-up alt-music and comedy scenes of San Francisco. The perspective stays in the 90s, tucked between the dirty sheets of a burgeoning 90s musician who bounces out of bed at noon to prepare for her night shift at the music venue or comedy club.
A writer’s love affair with a fascinating city and a frenzied, powerful tour of hedonism and self-destruction.
—Kirkus Review
SANDY’S DRUNK POETRY CORNER
I wrote poetry in the 90s. Late at night, I made mixed tapes after my shift at the Improv or the Warfield. Cool songs were layered with freshly written poems I’d recorded in one drunken take until the cassette was full. They’re wretched and I squirm when I hear them.
Trigger Warning: profanity, not sexy sex talk, slurring, bad puns, the word “upon,” and old damaged cassette transfers are part and parcel.