Friday, 27 May 2011
Dancing With Myself: NOLAN KNIGHT interviews NOLAN KNIGHT
And so to the Dancing With Myself interview
Warm welcome, please, for Nolan Knight.
Dawn, Monday, Downtown…
Ugh, how you feelin’?
Ain’t gotta tell me once. Do this—grab breakfast beers?
Born and raised?
Los Angeles, South Bay. Born in Torrance, lived in Redondo. Pretty much a blue collar beach community. Small town vibe, everyone knows everyone. My pals growing up were the kids of my parent’s pals, that kinda shit.
You surf then?
No. Skateboard. Everyone in my family surfs though.
A funny hometown story. Go!
Let’s see…my uncle’s buddy got into a fight with Tony Danza at the Wild Goose (a titty bar by LAX) a ways back. They caught Danza cheatin’ at pool. Said he got handled but “The Boss” was a Golden Glover or somethin’, so who really knows. Wish I coulda seen it though.
Huh, thought you were gonna spill about gettin’ arrested on the parents’ front lawn—
That wasn’t funny.
What’s on the record player?
Just grabbed the new OFF! 7-inch. Pretty kick-ass. The Bronx, U.S. Bombs, and Descendents always have a home on there too.
Seen any good movies lately?
The Nickel Ride hit the spot.
So, why write?
Hate math, suck at video games, good way to forget about the day job. Just something that has to get done in order to sleep most nights.
Sure, a bunch but the real draw comes from the city itself, Los Angeles. I’ve lived all over the county and every three blocks there’s a whole ’nother world—that’s only on the surface too. The underground is what really gets me. When I say underground, I mean certain streets or structures that everyday life commences but at night, it becomes a new beast. The backdoor of that barbershop or the basement of that Laundromat can open up and expose all kinds of weird—you name it, any vice, at your fingertips. Kinda like that debauched playground in Pinocchio. Hitting the streets at night, not all the time, but sometimes, takes you on a wild ass ride.
Thoughts on crafting the short story?
I dunno, shorts are strange creature. They demand patience and respect. If either of the two are lacking, it really stains the page. Soon as I think I’ve actually nailed one, I’ll have more thoughts on the subject. Right now, I’m just tryin’ to push the words a little further each day.
What do you think’s the hardest part?
Courage. Reader attachment comes by baring the soul and right now I'm still a bit yellow in that area.
Who really pulls it off then?
Richard Lange. In his collection “Dead Boys”, he bleeds on every single page. Pure balls, man. Fuckin’ brilliant.
Any publications on the horizon?
Been sidetracked by a novel for the past six months but got a story picked up by Needle. Owe Mr. Cranmer one for summer too.
Famous last words?