Sunday, August 4, 2013
Greenpot Bluepot: Joni Mitchell in an Opium Den
This weekend I've been attending a conference for the Society of Children's Books Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI). I've listened to various writers, agents, and editors speak on what they're looking for and what might possibly get one out of the slush pile. When sending material they advise a quick and specific log-line (one or two sentence description) that immediately gets the author's idea across. To wit: For a picture book manuscript I've written, an apt description might be a Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs meets a Fischer-Price Gabriel Garcia Marquez on a playground. I've been told it needs work but you get the idea.
In describing Natalie LeBrecht, AKA Greenpt Bluepot, you might say she's a Nico meets meets Indian
She does get a little pitchy at times but her heart is in the right place.
On a side note: Recently I was visiting my neighborhood big pharma peddler (Rite Aid in this case), and noticed this on the shelf:
I have the great fortune to live in a progressive enclave in Westside Los Angeles. In this era of wars against women, pharmacists twisting gospel into denial of birth control, and a candidate for governor who promises to make oral sex a crime, it warms my heart to see the open sale of marital aids at my corner drug store.
And events like the one captured in LeBrecht's Royal Parade. Ah, to live in an open and free(ish) society. Dwellers of the two islands of civiliztion in the U.S. (NY and LA just to be clear), you are truly blessed. Be grateful and indulge. It's you right and duty.
Royal Parade from Greenpot Bluepot on Vimeo.
This one, a Gregorian anarchy: