Thanks for the emails!

Well, I guess there’s a lot being said out there on the internet waves about me personally, the book, the motivation to write it… I am also receiving many heartfelt emails from people who understand the nature of the disease of alcoholism and of genius. To be honest, all this attention mostly just makes me nervous and self-conscious.  I am more comfortable being behind the scenes.  I love that quiet room where the only sound is the hum of my computer, or the giggles of my grandsons.  At the same time, I am getting the opportunity to meet a lot of wonderful people who are sharing their stories with me.  This morning, someone sent me the link to a blog which again made me feel that there was merit in what I’ve put out there.  I’m going to past the link, but also the last paragraph of what was sent to me here.

http://nancynall.com/2007/05/08/no-man-is-a-hero-to-his-valet/ 

“The underlying theme to all this, if there is one, is just how much havoc one addict can wreak, in their own lives and in the lives of others, acts that reverberate through generations. I was halfway through “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead” when I stopped and wrote a fan letter to Crystal Zevon (her e-mail is public). It’s hard to write about being an alcoholic’s wife without lapsing into one or two predictable slots — victim or fool. She doesn’t do that, perhaps because at some point she realized she had her own drinking problem, which she acknowledges, and what it took to quit. The tone is not one of pity-me but of clear-eyed, dispassionate truth-telling. I have a feeling some people are going to portray her as the embittered ex seeking revenge now that the man who hurt her is unable to protest. I hope that doesn’t happen, because she fulfilled every writer’s No. 1 obligation: She told the truth. People, especially creative people, are complicated, and very few have public and private faces that would recognize one another. “I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead” doesn’t affect my opinions on the music, only what it took to make it. It ain’t that pretty at all, as the man himself once sang. If we didn’t hear it, then maybe we weren’t really listening.”

Thanks, Nancy.

I also wanted to post a few of the emails I’ve been receiving.  These have come to me personally, so I’m not going to include names, although if anyone wants to claim ownership, feel free to do so.  I’ll start with Matt Cartsonis who did give me permission to publish this response he wrote to something that had been posted on-line here.

I’ve played with a lot of folks through the timeline of my
musical life; I’m grateful to all of them for the yins and yangs of
greater experience. Some I’d still consider friends and mentors; others
more as items on a resume roster. When the opportunity to play with
Warren came up I thought long and hard about it; I’d spent the vast
majority of my young life slugging it out in clubs, an environment
largely antithetical to my musical predilections. I didn’t really want
to go out on the road again. But I’d long admired Warren, felt it was a
rare opportunity to participate in some quality work; my friends and I
decided it was worth a shot. That was all I had in mind, and was
prepared to keep my distance both personally and professionally.

That perspective changed immediately around the time of our first
rehearsals. We (and I’m not just talking about myself– I feel I can
speak for the boys in the band here as well) had such a fabulous time
that a “max 5500 characters” could not begin to describe it. Bottom
line, we had a blast. Warren was a joy to play with. He was “there”
100%, not just as the star of the show, but as a bandmate and musical
fellow. Frankly, we never felt like a backup band; every night there
was this “Ok, fellas, it’s us against the world; let’s show’em”
teamwork thing that made us all very happy to be there. And he wasn’t
just fun to play with; we had many great conversations as well. And he
made me play fiddle, which is something I’d always been paralytically
afraid to do.

The same applies to those few gigs we did as a duo. I’ll never forget
the Calgary and Edmonton dates, for so many reasons. Our relationship
was never “rocky”. I mean, he griped at me once for being late to a
rehearsal, but I had a good excuse and he accepted it! Is that rocky?
The next day he made me a birthday shortcake. Believe me, I wouldn’t
have been invited along had our relationship been the least bit
strained.

That’s not to say that he was Mr. Mainstream Personality, not by a
long shot. He was a complicated guy, and out of his turmoil and pain
and happiness and sincerity and sarcasm and world-weariness and
strength and insecurity came some puzzling and incredible stuff.

It wasn’t always easy hanging out with him. But then again, just ask
my brothers and sisters about hanging out with me. I’m honored to have
shared his friendship for those obscenely short two years, and I miss
him very much.

Finally: The book, thanks to both its format and the heart and bravery
that went into its compilation, really resonates to my memory of Warren
Zevon. The old saw: “Give a man a fish and you feed him for a day;
teach him to fish and you feed him for a lifetime” applies here, I
think. The reader is given ample evidence to create his/her own
perspective On the Origin of Creativity. I am in awe of Crystal for her
incredible work. In some cases the backstory helped me better
understand some of what I experienced with WZ. Other bits gave me a
window into a world I wasn’t part of. I’m very glad the book was
written. Partly because it’s what WZ asked for, partly because it’s so
well done, and largely because I am enjoying the hell out of it, over
and over again.

Another couple of random emails… I’m getting many and I appreciate them all.  Thank you for writing.

Hey Crystal,
I’m only about 150 pages into the book and it can be a hard read at times but just amazing. I just wanted to thank you for putting this out there. I understand there’s some pretty shitty stuff being said out there but, and I’m sure the others have been telling you this too, we’re behind you and incredibly thankful for all your hard work.
Hello Crystal,

I just finished your wonderful, brave book and I want you to know how much I
appreciate it.  From one who has had family troubles with alcohol I can tell
you that, for me, it’s the most authentic version of a drinking life that I
have ever read; and a true telling of the life of a genius – something more
rare than one might imagine.

Thanks!

There is so much I could say to you, I don’t know where to begin.  First off, let me identify myself as a fellow member of the Dr. Bob & Bill W. club, drink- and drug-free since 1987.  I am glad to learn that you are sober and I sincerely hope you stay that way for the rest of your life. 

 
        I have been a fan of Warren’s since Excitable Boy came out in 1978.  I saw him perform at least five times.  During some of those times he and I were both drunk, and at other times we were each sober.  Some of the ones in the middle I guess could have gone either way.  I will remember and cherish the doubly-sober ones the most. 
 
        You don’t need me to tell you how talented your husband was.  But I will anyway.  He was one of the best songwriters in the history of rock music.  And he was an awesome entertainer too.  “Empty-Handed Heart” has long been one of my favorite songs, and has Warren’s best vocal performance ever.  But he wrote dozens of other songs which are almost as good.
 
        I knew that Warren was capable of some nasty, shitty behavior while drunk but I had no idea about the extent of the damage he was capable of doing.  I am so sorry that he used to hit you.  I’m sorry too that you used to hit your daughter.  When I was drinking I used to hit my (now ex-) wife too.  Fortunately I stopped drinking and stopped being violent, and she has long since forgiven me.  We are good friends now, in much the same way that you and Warren were able to remain friends after your divorce.
 
          I could go on and on but I think I will end this for now.  I might write more after I’m done with your book.  Thank you for being brave enough to tell the truth about Warren.  Every once in a while I’ll hear one of his songs on the radio and I’ll immediately begin to smile: hey, they’re playing Zevon!  And then I’ll remember: but shit, Warren’s dead.  I doubt that will ever change. 
 
         Be strong.  Love your children and your grandchildren.  And keep coming back.

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