Stree Talker

This folktale world is getting weirder and weirder. Mercifully so, thankfully so. Its not the same, one of these kids is not like the others…the feeling in the room during and after a telling is different, heavier, weightier. Now God bless laughing and all the goodness that comes from it and there are fewer more joyful experiences than the happy howl but I’m not sure that that’s the territory being staked out here. These are tomb pieces, this is cave time.

This is not the market place.You can go there in your brightness and gaiety. You can, if valued, prosper…The entertainer entertains and is rewarded.

But in the dark and murky world of folktale, we are all in it together. The captain goes down with the ship. The stories get told and we all feel it. We feel the trip of it, the trance of it. It is not something to be traded.

How that fits in with this Substack model I’m not sure. Its not exorbitant but it is there. The price. Its €1.50 per newsletter. I think what it does is, it represents attention. In a room the people pay you attention. The story is like a plant and the audiences focus is like the sun, one flourishes because of the other.

I’ve released stuff for free before, lots of it and you just feel a little abandoned. That it doesn’t matter if you do it or not…there’s no heat on you. In a room with 50 people in it, the Ruby Room in Galway where the shows are recorded, the work is summoned by their expectation. They’ve paid 20 quid a ticket…so…. produce!!

Its almost a wager…I bet you….ok…game on…

Reminds me of a fella I met one time who told me that the wife charges him 3 grand a blow job…Jeez…People are weird.