This is the website for author, reporter and general writing enthusiast, Michael Farrell. In this space, Farrell features educated ramblings on topics such as sports, music, barroom adventure, and his return to the mean streets of western New York. He may also mention things about his novels "Running with Buffalo" or the recently released "When the Lights Go Out."
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Buffalo author Michael Farrell will
join local singer/songwriter Sara Elizabeth for a Happy Hour event to celebrate
the recent release of Farrell’s new novel, When
the Lights Go Out inside Buffalo’s Mohawk Place (47 E. Mohawk St.) on
December 4 from 5 to 8 p.m.
Farrell’s Buffalo-set novel—which
tells the story of a barroom guitarist and his journey from rock clubs to
familial crisis and rediscovery of music’s revelatory meaning—was officially
released by No Frills/Amelia on November 10. But in collaborating with Elizabeth’s
performance (from 6 to 8 p.m.), Farrell will sign and sell books inside a
reverberating environment which typifies the backdrop of his newest work.
“Many of this novel’s most critical
scenes happen in rock clubs just like Mohawk,” said Farrell, whose first novel,
Running with Buffalo, was released in
2007. “To have its release event there aside the music of Sara Elizabeth is
going to be special.”
Born in Buffalo and raised in
Hamburg, Michael Farrell is a graduate of St. Bonaventure University and earned
an MFA in Creative Writing from Pine Manor College’s Solstice Program. His work
has regularly appeared in numerous publications, including The Buffalo News, Buffalo Spree and The Boston Herald.
More about Farrell and his writing can be found on his website at
Singer/songwriter Sara Elizabeth
Sara Elizabeth is a
singer/songwriter, musician, storyteller, and multi-instrumentalist based in
Western New York. A 2012 graduate of the University at Buffalo's Department of
Music, Elizabeth’s musical influences range from The Beatles to Ingrid
Michaelson and The Avett Brothers. According to Sara, she takes “the heart of
folk music, the soul of the blues, the brain of classical, and the energy of
modern indie rock and uses them to tell stories no one has ever heard before.”
This is evident in her trio of original releases, including 2014’s "Be
Books published by No Frills Buffalo
can be purchased online at www.amazon.com, www.powells.com,
www.barnesandnoble.com, www.ECKO.com and www.nofrillsbuffalo.com. No Frills
Buffalo titles can also be found in Western New York bookstores, including
Talking Leaves; Dog Ears Bookstore; The Second Reader; Monkey See, Monkey Do;
Lift Bridge Books in Brockport; and Buffalo Street Books in Ithaca.
(Author's note #1: With my second novel finally finding the light of day over the next week, figured I should re-post the following, which I wrote three years ago for my graduate school's nationally distributed newsletter. It discusses my relationship with Buffalo and the need to write about it, both pertinent as my Queen City-set When the Lights Go Out starts to find its way to the public. Enjoy.)
I saw the streets all ripe with jewels Balconies and the laundry lines They tried to make me welcome there But their streets did not feel like mine So long, I’m goin’, goin’ home
-Dan Auerbach, “Goin’ Home”
One’s connection to home can be like one’s connection to family. At its best, home is a wonderful thing. It is the one place that feels like yours, the place you’re truly attached to. At its worst, home is a suffocating beast, full of frustration and timeless annoyances. I somehow overlooked the enduring duality of this relationship while living elsewhere. Now back on my hometown streets of Buffalo, New York as a returned resident, I’m surrounded by the daily complications of this association.
Buffalo has been both haven and harrowing for most of my life. It’s the city that hosted my birth, my Christmas mornings and high school basketball games. It gave me friends I’ve kept since preschool, girls I kissed in elementary school. It instilled the competitive grit I’ve used to tough through professional obstacles and rejection. And it infected me with the underdog mentality that western New Yorkers are born with. Every Buffalo kid grows up with a chip on the shoulder, earned from condescending New York City scowls and southern state insults—the ones about snow and rust, urban blight and Super Bowl losses. I’m from a city that no one understands, compliments or respects. This has bred intense loyalty, one that’s ignited arguments with ignorant strangers and Florida waiters. It’s been an inconvenient loyalty, but it’s always been considered necessary. This is my hometown, to defend and support. In good times and bad.
Unfortunately, the whole defend-and-support thing isn’t always reciprocal. Home can agitate, frustrate and torment. It can be like a Springsteen song, but not in a good way. No matter how your beliefs, attitudes and aptitudes have progressed, home drags behind. No matter how many positive memories you’ve generated away from it, home can rekindle the painful moments you’ve forever tried to shake. No matter how many out-of-town successes you’ve experienced, home can preserve your failures for family dinners, Friday night socials and supermarket reunions. Buffalo is where my mother wants me to become a teacher, where my father thinks I should become a salesman. And it will forever be where my high school English teacher said, if he had one piece of advice for me, it was to never pursue a career in English.
But it will also remain the chief source of my artistic inspiration, just as it has for my entire writing life.
I lived in Boston for eleven years; I worked inside Manhattan’s Rockefeller Center for a summer. I once fell asleep in Spain and woke up in France. I’ve been to Ireland twice, Italy, Iceland and Scotland once, and to nearly every major American city for more than a weekend. I’ve never felt compelled to write about those places the way I do about Buffalo. It’s forever been an underutilized backdrop, full of faded glory amid glimmers of progress and waterfront panoramas; it’s loaded with complex characters striving for genuine salvation in the shadows of economic stall. Its story has surrounded my own story, and continues to affect me with its successes and failures. Some days, I smile at nineteenth-century buildings being refurbished by flanneled laborers; other days, I seethe down sidewalks as another Hunt Realty sign finds an empty storefront. Both experiences sear through me in different ways, both eliciting intense feelings usually reserved for personal hardships. But that tightening cringe in my stomach—whether from excitement or resentment—proves I care. It’s undeniable evidence of an intense and, at times, exhausting personal connection. And it’s a multi-faceted emotional connection that’s injected a voice, passion and literary purpose into every Buffalo-set item I’ve ever scribbled.
And maybe that’s why I moved back here last year. Maybe I grew tired of disrespecting this connection, of treating it with distance when it’s actually truly special. Maybe I got sick of not contributing to the place whose avenues, buildings and barflies have given me chapters of narrative inspiration. Or maybe I’ve simply grown weary of writing essays, columns and novels about the only home I’d ever claim, all while keeping it four hundred miles away.
Whatever the reason, one thing is certain: I’m back, living and writing in the Queen City of the Lakes. Our winters are cold, but our summers are gorgeous. Our local economy’s inconsistent, but our neighborhoods are varied and vibrant. All our streets aren’t ripe with jewels, but many of them feel like mine. If you need me, I’ll be here.
This is my home.
(Author's note #2: This entry was posted while listening to "Vagabond Moon" by Willie Nile.)
After six long years of writing, editing, re-writing, screaming, drinking, and thinking, I'm proud to say that my second novel, When the Lights Go Out, is finally ready for release by No Frills/Amelia on November 10. Here's the press release, distributed to the Buffalo media on October 30:
A barroom guitarist strumming between two lives. A faded bluesman drunk on his own legend. A rock pianist who responds to a higher calling. These compelling characters clash to drive the drama of author Michael Farrell’s second Buffalo-set novel, “When the Lights Go Out,” set for release by No Frills Buffalo on Nov. 10.
Farrell — whose debut novel “Running with Buffalo” was released in 2007 — returns to introduce readers to local musician Johnny “Nighthawk” Nolan, a downtown Buffalo favorite who spent his evenings exhaling covers and originals, all while basking in the adulation of devoted revelers. To Nolan, those nights under the lights meant everything — until he needed to walk away.
But what happens to a musician when his life strays from the stage? Does he settle into his marriage to a barroom waitress? Does he try to smooth past friction with the city’s most prominent bluesman? Or does he lean on the scene’s only garage band-leading Catholic priest to find his voice with or without the microphone? Throughout his journey from rock clubs to familial crisis and rediscovery of music’s revelatory meaning, Nolan will find out how life unfolds — when the lights go out.
Born in Buffalo and raised in Hamburg, Farrell is a graduate of St. Bonaventure University and earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Pine Manor College’s Solstice Program. His work has regularly appeared in numerous publications, including The Buffalo News, Buffalo Spree and The Boston Herald. More about Farrell and his writing can be found on his website at farrellstreet.com.
Books published by No Frills Buffalo can be purchased online at www.amazon.com, www.powells.com, www.barnesandnoble.com, www.ECKO.com and www.nofrillsbuffalo.com. No Frills Buffalo titles can also be found in Western New York bookstores, including Talking Leaves; Dog Ears Bookstore; The Second Reader; Monkey See, Monkey Do; Lift Bridge Books in Brockport; and Buffalo Street Books in Ithaca.
Note: To the four or five ADD-addled surfers who either check or happen upon this blog from time to time, you’ve probably noticed I haven’t been posting a whole lot of work lately (aside from last year's The Mark of St. Mary).
Have I stopped writing? No; quite the opposite. I’ve thankfully been freelancing for a variety of Buffalo publications over the past three years, which has cut into my introspective blog time. I also put out a new, semi-refined copy of my first novel (Running with Buffalo) with No Frills/Amelia Press, and have spent any other writing time working on the 94th edit of my second novel, When the Lights Go Out (now available). This offering is getting closer and closer to seeing the light of day, so stay tuned for details.
So, translation? I’ve been busy. The good news is that, if you are interested in finding anything with my byline—and you refuse to pick up paper copies of either The Buffalo News, Buffalo Spree or WNY Craft Beer Magazine—there are plenty of links on the Interwebs to explore.
And if you need to get hold of me? Email firstname.lastname@example.org.
I’ll be back to regularly posting on this site sooner than later. Until then, scroll (and click) below to see what I’ve been doing with myself, look for more of my work on a browser near you, and stay tuned for more.