Susan Hwang

The smell of roasting Chex Mix is what greets you at the gates of heaven.  The trick is that there’s no eating in heaven.   You can’t eat unless you’re alive, so you have to be on earth to actually indulge in the addictive invention of Ralston Purina and American housewives.  I love the idea that American housewives would bake this version of middleclass crack in their own homes.  I did last night, because it’s the Bushwick Book Club snack for the A Clash of Kings show!

I’m excited for this one, because I’m a sucker for new songs about books, and because I get to sing with Adam Amram and Julie Delano tonight!  I wrote the song on bass, but I can’t play bass.  Julie Delano can play a bass.  Adam Amram kills drums for a living.  It’s a nice combination.  We’re going on first, so get there early and settle in with the Mix of Kings and a Green Dream cocktail (absinthe-based).  8:30pm at Goodbye Blue Monday (1087 Broadway, Brooklyn).  The song I wrote is about Arya Stark and hate.  To prepare for the performance, I’ve been PMS-ing all week.

Look, Bushwick Book Club got a photo in “The New Yorker!”  Page 4 of this week’s issue.  I opened it and showed it to the guy at the newstand, and I said, “See!  Look, that’s me.  I’m right there.”  He looked at the page and looked at me.  Still cost me $7.