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Joe Humphrey - he/him

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Joe Humphrey - he/him@joehumphrey.bsky.social · 3d ago

I just saw that Seth McFarlane is releasing an album of him singing Muppet songs. I don't feel so good about that. It feels like watching someone handle the Muppets with dirty fingers, you know? I just wanna be like, nah, it's okay, you don't need to touch the Muppets.

Joe Humphrey - he/him@joehumphrey.bsky.social · 3d ago

HEY! I wrote a blog post about how I'm going to revise and rerelease Charlie with new material, illustrations, and just a much better version of the story. Please take a look! It's a very personal post. Long, but there's a lot about me in there. www.joehumphrey.com/charlie-revi...

Charlie Revisited

Charlie was my first novel. It was originally a short story, in a serialized thing I did a long time ago. I wrote a few of those stories, and they have mostly all been expanded and combined and retool...

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Joe Humphrey - he/him@joehumphrey.bsky.social · 4w ago

Would it be weird if I went back, five years later, and just added and changed a bunch of stuff in my first book like Stephen King did with The Gunslinger after finishing The Dark Tower? Because I'm thinking about doing that.

Joe Humphrey - he/him@joehumphrey.bsky.social · last mo.

I like this bit from my WIP a lot. It's from the next book in my Scout Farrow series. Especially the part about My Primary Function. It's like a Kurt Vonnegut moment for me. Amy is my own little Kilgore Trout writing weird little science fiction stories in obscurity. #AmWriting

She plays the opening notes to the first song in her set, a cover of Madonna’s song Live to Tell. She plays the song competently and well. Her singing voice is pretty, but untrained. The crowd is quiet, the barista stop running machines and the only sound is Amy singing and playing. When the song is over, the crowd gives a decent round of applause. When Amy starts to talk, she’s interrupted by the Espresso machine hissing and sputtering. I’m going to play one of my songs now, and it’s NOT about getting my period, so don’t listen to that nasty rumor. That’s another song, anyway. Amy starts playing her song My Primary Function, which has a jaunty, bouncy rhythm and playful, somewhat confrontational lyrics about sex robot’s awakening and eventual escape. She plays two more original songs, one a ballad and another a quirky little fun ditty about riding the bus. By the time it’s over, people are on their feet clapping. Amy looks out at the twenty or thirty people smiling and clapping for her song, she grins, and steps back up to the microphone. Her stance has taken on an air of command. I’m going to play one more song. My favorite song, actually. If you know it, feel free to sing along. She hits a chord on her guitar. Then another. Then starts playing little adagios and the tune of the song begins to take shape and starts singing, and it becomes obvious what she’s singing. Superstar by The Carpenters. She sings it without any of the original’s soaring vocalizations, and with tons of her own angst and wailing. She turns the song into something Janis Joplin might have sung, had she made it that long. When the song was over, people cheered again and Amy thanked them and collected her recorder and guitar case and hustled off the stage.