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Con Schedule: World Horror 2015

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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

I am totally stoked. Today, I leave for WORLD HORROR in ATLANTA!

I have never been to World Horror. I have never been to Atlanta. This means ADVENTURE! This year’s WHC theme? THE WEIRD SOUTH!

Here’s my schedule. Come and find me and we’ll fist bump till glitter pops out of our knuckles.

THURSDAY, Dunwich, 10 – 11 pm: Terrifying Tropes: Dark Carnivale: Freaks, Geeks, Magicians and Spiritualists

…YES! Finally a freakin’ panel on CARNIE AND CIRCUS LIT and NONFICTION! AND MOVIES! I’m moderating. And. SERIOUSLY, AND! Daniel Knauf, the creator of CARNIVALE, is going to be on the panel.

I am fangirling here so I don’t blush till blood boils out of my ears in front of him. I mean, CARNIVALE! This:

carnivale entrance

carnivale hbo gif

carnivale hbo ferris wheel

…It’s gonna be a doozy.

FRIDAY, R’Lyeh, 9-10 am: Scarebiz: Choose Your Own Adventure: The Pinnacles and Pitfalls of Self-Publishing

…Do it up! Come and hear the DO NOT DO THIS SHIT and the YES! TOTALLY DO THIS! stories behind self-publishing.

SATURDAY, Sarnath, Noon – 1 pm: Weird South: A Good Horror Isn’t Hard to Find: The Dark Side of Flannery O’Connor and Southern Gothic Literature

…Do I have to convince you to come see folks talk about Flannery O’Connor? I shouldn’t have to. I mean come on. WISE BLOOD! Read it. Watch it. TERRIFYING! GORGEOUSNESS! Let alone her short stories.

* * *

And if I get time while I’m in Atlanta I’m totally going here:

OK! OK! OK! I gotta go. I gotta get on the road. See y’all there.

 

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Con Schedule: PenguiCon 2015

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Hey Lovely Fiends and Finagglers,

I am in the magical, working class, badass land of Michigan this weekend for PENGUICON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I like it. It feels homey. It reminds me of Chicagoland with all its bungalows and bars.

ANYWAYS! I am on a crapton of panels and have a book sales table in the Maker Hallway (table #21a, for detail oriented folks).

Here be my panels:

patty templeton penguicon 2015 schedule

Friday

4 pm – Larval Writers – Windover

8 pm - Beginner’s Guide to Self-Publishing – Board of Governors

Saturday

1 pm – From Batgirl to Buffy and Beyond: Librarians in Pop Culture and Real Life – Montcalm

3 pm – Rad Women in Music – Board of Governors

4 pm – Traditional Publishing vs. Self-Publishing – Hamlin

5 pm – Rejection: Dealing with the Darker Side of Creative Life – Board of Governors

Sunday

10 am – You got your SCIFI in my… – Algonquin C

 

…see y’all there!

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When the Snot Comes a Creepin’

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I’ll be sleepin’.

Kinda. I attempted to snooze this entire shit week away but only succeeded in ridding myself of most of it.

Cause I caught a great big, badass bug.

Twas not the thunderous opening to April that I had hungered for.

But betwixt the hacking and sneezing and fever and general self pity, I did one useful thing. I watched documentaries. About two a day. I would wake up…feel crummy…lay on the couch and put on the TV…feel like my brain was overwhelmed…doze off, then watch one more after a nap.

Here they be, in order of viewing:

Back Issues: The Hustler Magazine Story

An equal parts intriguing and irritating view of how Hustler came to be and stuck around. It’s full of tits and lots of assholes…but aholes who made history. If you are in a BRIGHT LIGHTS on HOT PINK VAGINAS mood or want to watch a documentary with a Boogie Nights atmosphere, try it out.

Side note: I used to have a signed, F/F, first edition of Larry Flynt’s Sex, Lies, and Politics. I sold it some odd years back before a big move. I just freaked out like WHAT IF IT IS WORTH HUNDREDS OF DOLLARS NOW? But don’t worry, dudes, a F/F first is like 15 bucks. Whatever. I can live with that. Shit, ok so it jumps to like $37.50 after that lowball one and then to $50, $55, then $70, but WHATEVER I AM OK WITH MY YOUNGER SELF SELLING OFF A PORNOGRAPHER’S MEMOIRS. Ish. Damn it. Oh well.

Just eat the trailer. (Obvs, NSFW)

Harmontown

I have never watched Community.

I have now watched an entire documentary about the writer behind Community doing a national podcast tour after he was fired from the show.

I now want to watch Community.

Elaine Stritch: Shoot Me

Elaine Stritch was a terrifyingly honest woman who put her who self into her work. This was a portrait of a ferocious, funny woman who couldn’t give half a turtle shit about what people thought about her, so long as she could keep performing.

Frikkin loved this movie. It’s muses on Broadway, bringing art into the world, and kicking the dust from your heels when your time’s up.

Gore Vidal: The United States of Amnesia

Holy shit. Young Gore Vidal was a hottie. Yeah, take me to Italy, dollface.

Dude was flying planes by TEN YEARS OLD, publishing books by 19, a bisexual, politically in tune with the masses though he came from a privileged background, and never afraid to be controversial.

I knew shit about Gore Vidal before seeing this. I think it may have moved him up my neverending reading list. But which book of his? Any suggestions? The Essential Gore Vidal? Myra Breckinridge? The City and the Pillar? Burr?

This probably means I won’t get to him while I am still panting with enthusiasm. Which means it may be never.

THERE ARE TOO MANY BOOKS TO READ. #GoodProblems

The Overnighters

By far, the most depressing documentary I watched was The Overnighters. It’s about a small town pastor trying to help deal with the influx of homeless workers who’ve come to find jobs in the oil fields outside of Williston, North Dakota. His church has floor space, but his congregation feels “invaded”. It’s becoming hard to juggle his family life, church work, and now shelter work…let alone keeping up with if any of those seeking sanctuary are serious criminals.

It is a hard movie to watch because it is about a man who may have an ego but has a bigger heart and is losing parts of it to everyone around. You just want him to come out all right, but yer not sure he will.

Our Vinyl Weighs a Ton: This Is Stones Throw Records

What’s Stones Throw Records? I dunno. I can name abt ten record labels and they’re all punk rock shit. I watched this cause I saw Questlove in the trailer and adore him. Now, I gotta dig myself out of a pit of needing to listen to just about everything this label has ever put out. They’re the kinda record label that’s dedicated to outlier musicians who don’t fit musical norms.

Hell. Yes.

That was my sick week.

Before I unlocked the snot-pounding-brain-achievement, I got on the doc kick with Advanced Style and Life Itself. Both are thoroughly worth watching.

Now…

Now…I go to bed at 9:12 p.m. To make sure the mucus minotaur doesn’t split my chest back open.

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A Public Service Announcement

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lenny bruce

(Drawing for my pal Petro’s birthday)

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Kansas City You Be So Pretty

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The above was my attempt at a Cake Quatto. Didn’t quite work. It just looks like a cake within a cake rather than a cake growing out of a cake’s stomach. (Quatto reminder)


I went to Kansas City to my pal Dylan’s Big Birthday Bender Blowout Bash! Three days of music plus a slew of phenomenal freaks and funfolk I don’t get to see that often.


I’d never been to Kansas City. Holy crap, dudes. It is P to the RETTY. It’s got all these oddly painted neighborhoods. I passed a cool bookstore and was in a coupla swell bars and there was vegetarian or vegan food all over the place. Nice.


Dylan took over the Westport Saloon and Davey’s Uptown Ramblers Club for his three-day birthday bender. Not joking. I mean, I thought I was badass being able to stay up till like 4, but then you see folks stumbling around the hotel at 7 a.m. and realize how weak sauce you are. But whatever. I need to sleep to dance. And I only heard about these inebriates from my pal Rude Joe. He was always awake. Me and ShawnaBanana visited Joe and his hairdryer around 10 a.m., whereupon he gave us each an apple. He bought them from a bohemian woman who led a small parade (that included an egret) who followed her because she made music via foot-tambourine.


So the story goes.


It was a delicious apple. Coulda only been better if it was in a cobbler. Why Rude Joe didn’t make Banana and I a vegan apple cobbler for breakfast is beyond me. No. It’s not. It’s cause he is a curmudgeon who saves the cobbler for himself. Why do you think we call him Rude Joe?


ANYWAYS!


DAY 1!


Friday, I drove from Iowa to Kansas City with a pal. The car ride disappeared into new-friending and talk of feminism and music.


The shitty part of Friday: VOMITING PROFUSELY.


Not gonna lie. Had some Chinese food with a group and at least half of us got sick. LAME.


It was this place. Cute. Super busy. Tasty on the way down. But you are warned:



The second awful part about Friday: Not dancing that much due to stomach troubles. HMPH. Double hmph to Banana who has an IRON STOMACH OF POWER! who didn’t get sick at all and was a DANCING MACHINE! I was jealous.


Bands that played on Friday:


dylans big birthday bender 2015


Sterling Eugene and Josh Wardlaw


…who played pop covers at Dylan’s request


Lou Shields


artist and bluesman who sounds like he was born in a dust storm and raised on a Mississippi porch. He released two albums in 2014 – Cold Water Collection and American Relic. Buy ‘em.


dylans birthday bender 2015The Drunken Cuddle


…punk rock party songs whose interests include sweet nuzzes, cats, and whiskey. If they pass through your dive, you should see the show and then buy a shirt. And then buy one of Katie Marie Sternig’s rad wood burn art pieces.


County Graves


…this is the kind of midwestern Americana act that can cover “St. James Infirmary” and not sound like assholes. Gut-deep voices exploring dark corners of living. Loved them.


Filthy Still


….manic energy put to everything from Bigfoot, pill-poppin, and workin’ what you got…which may or may not mean masturbating.


The Hooten Hallers


…FILTHY SEXYASS BAND! The Hooten Hallers play dirty blues appropriate to howl outta pick-up trucks parked in front of juke joints where John Waters should get bathroom blowies.


dylans bday bender 2015 day 2


DAY 2!


And then, DAMN! Saturday. Saturday was hella adventure because music didn’t start till 9 p.m…so me, Banana, new pal Becky, and Rude Joe went WANDERING! No joke, we found a GLASS LABYRINTH! And GIANT SHUTTLECOCKS! and a VEGAN BRUNCH! and a FREE ART MUSEUM! I know. I know. Kansas City totally rocked it.


Bands that played on Saturday:


A.J. Gaither


…an instrument-buildin’, world-betterin’, goddamn good one man band. You can get his album, Half-Lit and Whole-Hearted for a fin. Seriously, a five spot. GET IT! Also, I want this shirt.


Billy Cook


…Rude Joe and I decided that Billy Cook looks like a disheveled community college professor who got fired about a month back and is on a bender. And seriously, SKILLS. Listen to “Salt and Meat” and tell me you don’t want more.


banana and patty templeton

Me and my Banana


Carrie Nation and the Speakeasy


…do I love watching this band? Yes. Do I love dancing to them more? YES. So…me and Banana went to the back of the bar for party-arm-swing-around space to their literate, history-infused, high-octane brassride of union songs and debauched livin’.


The Urban Pioneers


…Liz Sloan is my hero. She plays the fiddle so hard you can see God in her face. And Jared McGovern can work a standup bass and twang a banjo to my heart’s content. Heck yeah, you should buy their everything.


Joseph Huber


…I’ve crowed about this man all over this blog and my former blog and EVERYWHERE EVER. Because his lyrics are poetry and poets are motherfucking important. The album Tongues of Fire – one of my favorites ever. What? He also makes furniture? I know. I WANT IT ALL.


The Calamity Cubes!


…a goodtime band that can wreck your soul then fix it right. A three-piece off of Farmageddon Records, these dudes are hella nice and amazingly talented. See them live. The Calamity Cubes! play the sorta songs that could revive a crippled alley cat and make him dance.


banana and a shuttlecock

Can you spot the Banana in the Shuttlecock?


DAY 3!


Oh god. There was more music. Definitely more music. What was the music? Day three…it was getting harder. There was a serious lack of sleep happening. A definite want of food. If you are ever in Kansas City, try Freebirds World Burrito. Best GIANORMO burrito ever. Split one with Banana and it gave the day the gusto it needed.


Rude Joe and Patty Templeton

Rude Joe and Me


Bands the played:


Amanda Mayflower


…seek her out. She makes puppets and is a gorgeous singer. What else do you need???


Tyler Giles


…laidback singer of whiskey and worldly livin.


Kody Oh


Brook Blanche


Joey Henry’s Dirty Sunshine Club


…why yes, the three above are the three members of The Calamity Cubes! They each do solo work, too. Kody Oh’s got a 90s rock vibe with a bluesman’s voice. Brook Blanche does a fullbodied band of lowdown heatache songs. Joey Henry, well, he fills the world with surreal songs on the beauty and the bad in the world.


…I’m not sure but I feel I might be missing someone, damn it. But all of them were AWESOME.


* * *


A final thought on the reason for the bender weekend:


HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DYLAN! Again. Because you are a fantastic human being who threw a helluva show that surrounded me with friends all weekend. <3 <3 <3


* * *


And then I narrowly avoided driving home in a snowstorm while listening to Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn on audiobook. Yes, it is phenomenal. No, I have no idea why I waited this long to read it. Yes, I now want to read ALL HER BOOKS!


* * *


Hope you had a rad Valentine’s Day weekend. I did. On top of everything else…I got THIS MESMERIZING SHIRT from a hot Professor:


gremlins gizmo shirt


AND AND AND AND AND, a friend brought over baked goods last night. So I be cookie-nibblin…which, I guess turns me into a fearsome ghostlady:


patty templeton and a cookie


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Kansas City You Be So Pretty

Originally published at Patty Templeton. Please leave any comments there.

The above was my attempt at a Cake Quatto. Didn’t quite work. It just looks like a cake within a cake rather than a cake growing out of a cake’s stomach. (Quatto reminder)

I went to Kansas City to my pal Dylan’s Big Birthday Bender Blowout Bash! Three days of music plus a slew of phenomenal freaks and funfolk I don’t get to see that often.

I’d never been to Kansas City. Holy crap, dudes. It is P to the RETTY. It’s got all these oddly painted neighborhoods. I passed a cool bookstore and was in a coupla swell bars and there was vegetarian or vegan food all over the place. Nice.

Dylan took over the Westport Saloon and Davey’s Uptown Ramblers Club for his three-day birthday bender. Not joking. I mean, I thought I was badass being able to stay up till like 4, but then you see folks stumbling around the hotel at 7 a.m. and realize how weak sauce you are. But whatever. I need to sleep to dance. And I only heard about these inebriates from my pal Rude Joe. He was always awake. Me and ShawnaBanana visited Joe and his hairdryer around 10 a.m., whereupon he gave us each an apple. He bought them from a bohemian woman who led a small parade (that included an egret) who followed her because she made music via foot-tambourine.

So the story goes.

It was a delicious apple. Coulda only been better if it was in a cobbler. Why Rude Joe didn’t make Banana and I a vegan apple cobbler for breakfast is beyond me. No. It’s not. It’s cause he is a curmudgeon who saves the cobbler for himself. Why do you think we call him Rude Joe?

ANYWAYS!

DAY 1!

Friday, I drove from Iowa to Kansas City with a pal. The car ride disappeared into new-friending and talk of feminism and music.

The shitty part of Friday: VOMITING PROFUSELY.

Not gonna lie. Had some Chinese food with a group and at least half of us got sick. LAME.

It was this place. Cute. Super busy. Tasty on the way down. But you are warned:

The second awful part about Friday: Not dancing that much due to stomach troubles. HMPH. Double hmph to Banana who has an IRON STOMACH OF POWER! who didn’t get sick at all and was a DANCING MACHINE! I was jealous.

Bands that played on Friday:

dylans big birthday bender 2015

Sterling Eugene and Josh Wardlaw

…who played pop covers at Dylan’s request

Lou Shields

artist and bluesman who sounds like he was born in a dust storm and raised on a Mississippi porch. He released two albums in 2014 – Cold Water Collection and American Relic. Buy ‘em.

dylans birthday bender 2015The Drunken Cuddle

…punk rock party songs whose interests include sweet nuzzes, cats, and whiskey. If they pass through your dive, you should see the show and then buy a shirt. And then buy one of Katie Marie Sternig’s rad wood burn art pieces.

County Graves

…this is the kind of midwestern Americana act that can cover “St. James Infirmary” and not sound like assholes. Gut-deep voices exploring dark corners of living. Loved them.

Filthy Still

….manic energy put to everything from Bigfoot, pill-poppin, and workin’ what you got…which may or may not mean masturbating.

The Hooten Hallers

…FILTHY SEXYASS BAND! The Hooten Hallers play dirty blues appropriate to howl outta pick-up trucks parked in front of juke joints where John Waters should get bathroom blowies.

dylans bday bender 2015 day 2

DAY 2!

And then, DAMN! Saturday. Saturday was hella adventure because music didn’t start till 9 p.m…so me, Banana, new pal Becky, and Rude Joe went WANDERING! No joke, we found a GLASS LABYRINTH! And GIANT SHUTTLECOCKS! and a VEGAN BRUNCH! and a FREE ART MUSEUM! I know. I know. Kansas City totally rocked it.

Bands that played on Saturday:

A.J. Gaither

…an instrument-buildin’, world-betterin’, goddamn good one man band. You can get his album, Half-Lit and Whole-Hearted for a fin. Seriously, a five spot. GET IT! Also, I want this shirt.

Billy Cook

…Rude Joe and I decided that Billy Cook looks like a disheveled community college professor who got fired about a month back and is on a bender. And seriously, SKILLS. Listen to “Salt and Meat” and tell me you don’t want more.

banana and patty templeton

Me and my Banana

Carrie Nation and the Speakeasy

…do I love watching this band? Yes. Do I love dancing to them more? YES. So…me and Banana went to the back of the bar for party-arm-swing-around space to their literate, history-infused, high-octane brassride of union songs and debauched livin’.

The Urban Pioneers

…Liz Sloan is my hero. She plays the fiddle so hard you can see God in her face. And Jared McGovern can work a standup bass and twang a banjo to my heart’s content. Heck yeah, you should buy their everything.

Joseph Huber

…I’ve crowed about this man all over this blog and my former blog and EVERYWHERE EVER. Because his lyrics are poetry and poets are motherfucking important. The album Tongues of Fire – one of my favorites ever. What? He also makes furniture? I know. I WANT IT ALL.

The Calamity Cubes!

…a goodtime band that can wreck your soul then fix it right. A three-piece off of Farmageddon Records, these dudes are hella nice and amazingly talented. See them live. The Calamity Cubes! play the sorta songs that could revive a crippled alley cat and make him dance.

banana and a shuttlecock

Can you spot the Banana in the Shuttlecock?

DAY 3!

Oh god. There was more music. Definitely more music. What was the music? Day three…it was getting harder. There was a serious lack of sleep happening. A definite want of food. If you are ever in Kansas City, try Freebirds World Burrito. Best GIANORMO burrito ever. Split one with Banana and it gave the day the gusto it needed.

Bands the played:

Amanda Mayflower

…seek her out. She makes puppets and is a gorgeous singer. What else do you need???

Tyler Giles

…laidback singer of whiskey and worldly livin.

Kody Oh

Brook Blanche

Joey Henry’s Dirty Sunshine Club

…why yes, the three above are the three members of The Calamity Cubes! They each do solo work, too. Kody Oh’s got a 90s rock vibe with a bluesman’s voice. Brook Blanche does a fullbodied band of lowdown heatache songs. Joey Henry, well, he fills the world with surreal songs on the beauty and the bad in the world.

…I’m not sure but I feel I might be missing someone, damn it. But all of them were AWESOME.

* * *

A final thought on the reason for the bender weekend:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DYLAN! Again. Because you are a fantastic human being who threw a helluva show that surrounded me with friends all weekend. <3 <3 <3

* * *

And then I narrowly avoided driving home in a snowstorm while listening to Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn on audiobook. Yes, it is phenomenal. No, I have no idea why I waited this long to read it. Yes, I now want to read ALL HER BOOKS!

* * *

Hope you had a rad Valentine’s Day weekend. I did. On top of everything else…I got THIS MESMERIZING SHIRT from a hot Professor:

gremlins gizmo shirt

AND AND AND AND AND, a friend brought over baked goods last night. So I be cookie-nibblin…which, I guess turns me into a fearsome ghostlady:

patty templeton and a cookie

 

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Book Tour Tips for (Self-Published) Authors

Originally published at Patty Templeton. Please leave any comments there.

Yo, Fab Friends!

I wrote a post for Black Gate on book tours for d.i.y. authors. Mosey on over.

It starts like this:

My adventure begins sixteen tons of sundowns ago…maybe say, November-ish, when the Clarendon Hills Public Library in Illinois asked me to be a featured reader at their No-Shush Salon. They wanted an author for early 2015. My first response (which I thankfully didn’t send) was no. Grateful that they thought of me, but no way. Who can afford to travel 5 hours one-way for one reading?

And then, THEN! In a cosmic crapshoot of hell yeah, another Chicago reading series, Tuesday Funk, contacted me. They wanted me for a reading several days after No-Shush.

When the universe shimmies at you, you wink back. I said yes to both.

You can read more of it over HERE!

…and while you do that, I am going to nom the hell outta these carrots and hummus.

sloth carrots gif

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Tidbits from 20,000 Days on Earth

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Are you a writer? A musician? Artistic type? Maybe someone searchin’ for gumption to get shit done?

Have a sit-down with 20,000 Days on Earth, Jane Pollard and Iain Forsyth’s documentary on Nick Cave. You can rent it for 4 bucks on Amazon. (I rented it in a magic window of time when it was 99 frikkin cents. Huzzah!)

::pause for related announcement::

Have you seen Peaky Blinders? IT IS AWESOME. Ok. Ok. I’ve only seen the first episode, but I love it. I love the music in it. I’m listening to Nick Cave’s “Red Right Hand” which is used in the opening credits. MROW! Like I wanna have rolling, throb-hot sex in a gravel quarry to that song.

::documentary talk continues::

20,000 Days on Earth ain’t so much a highlight reel of Nick Cave’s punk past as an exploration of his continual creation. It’s an example of the stakes of memory being sacred, but not stockading. Pollard, Forsyth, and Cave constructed a documentary equal parts informative and surreal. This isn’t a day-in-the-life of, shaky cam doc. Everything is measured. You see the parts of Nick Cave that he wants you to see. Everything reinforces the church of cool he’s built his personality into over the decades.

And, dudes, that’s fine.

Awesome, in fact.

What do I want to know more about? I want to know about the writing. I want to know about making the music. His family life is none of my business. I want to hear about artistic progression, and that’s freely given.

We wake with Cave and follow him from his typewriter, to lyrical conception, to jamming with the Bad Seeds, to the creation of the album Push the Sky Away. Interspersed in this musical process are poignant scenes with a psychotherapist and Jim Jarmuschian car-talks with folks Nick Cave hadn’t seen in years – like Kylie Minogue and Blixa Bargeld. These meditative moments, with the addition of a visit to Cave’s archive, lead to insights on how an identity is built…and where the personal self ends and the performer begins.

If you need a movie to kick you in the ass and remind you how short life is, and what you can do with it if you pay attention, see 20,000 Days on Earth.

Random Other:

It’s also full of Nick Cave doing voiceovers that are all insightful and shit. Two quotes I really liked were:

nick cave quote, 20000 days on earth

nick cave quote 20000 days on earth

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lux interior and poison ivyIf music is, indeed, “…the electric soil in which the spirit lives, thinks [and] invents,” my trashy quintessence constantly feeds from the galvanic mudpit made by the psycho-sexual smut parade that was The Cramps.

Fuck. I love that band.

They are one of the few bands that I recall exactly where I was the first time I heard them – riding shotgun in my best friend’s car, coming home from the Crow’s Nest, a now defunct record store. (Aren’t they most? I weep for the youth of today who don’t have indie bookstores and record joints to gestate their cool in.) We’d hung out with a rudeboy named Stephan. I obsessed over a lost cause of a crush named Derrick. Said merry chase was obsessed with a girl named Bubbles. I shit you not. I lost a sex battle to a girl named Bubbles.

Anyway.

The windows were rolled down. My feet were on the dash.
Nida said, “Hey, have you heard The Cramps?”
I said, “Huh?”
Nida pressed play.

“Bikini Girls with Machine Guns” came on.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8fyr0zbaFyE

The dark recesses of my heart turned to tiger stripes and PING, in the shimmer of a hoochie coocher’s sequined pasties, my world expanded. I knew no bounds. Anything, everything was possible.

Lux Interior was the lead singer of The Cramps.  He was a luminary of lowbrow high art. He was the Elvis of Bad Eggs. The Most Exalted Potentate of Reprobates. He was a bizarre and extraordinarily talented front man who changed the world by stripping down, swigging often and sullying rock and roll back into its anarchic and Bacchanalian best.

Today is the anniversary of his death, but I choose to celebrate his life.

All hail the cerebral scoundrel of psychobilly.

All hail Lux Interior.

Rest in heels you goddamned gorgeous man.

 

(Repost from my former blog platform.)

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Three Word Review: BUY THIS BOOK!


Two Paupers cover, Dark Breakers book 2,C.S.E. Cooney


Slightly Extended Review:


C.S.E. Cooney makes me swoony…as displayed by this picture from a year-and-a-half ago posted on my tumblr:


cse cooney,c.s.e. cooney, c. s. e. cooney, cse cooney makes me swoony,


The Dark Breakers series makes my insides turn to goo. I have decided to reshape this goo into hearts and vomit them at Cooney’s feet. It’s a heaping well-deserved.


Here’s the summary:


Sculptor Gideon Alderwood can’t decide if he worships Analise or loathes her. Novelist Analise Field is pretty sure that if Gideon cuts her one more time with the sharp side of his tongue, she’ll grab a sledgehammer and break something other than his beautiful clay statues.


Neither can bear to live more than one wall apart from each other in the Seafall city garret they call home.


Gideon is determined that Analise will never discover the secret of his statues, lest her life be in as much danger as his. He will do anything to protect her, even if it means destroying their tenuous chance to be together. Analise will not stand by and watch any friend of hers fight an impossible war alone. If she has to walk through the shifting walls of Breaker House and into another world to help him, that’s what she’ll do.


But in order to go up against a magical Gentry army, Analise Field needs allies. Maybe even one she has to steal right out from under Gideon Alderwood’s nose.


Great Things About The Two Paupers:


-ROMANCE!


-ADVENTURE!


-LOATHING and WITTICISMS!


-Can be read as a stand-alone (but hey, the First Dark Breakers bk – The Breaker Queen – was badass, too)


-It is a mere $2.99. DO IT. You know you want it.


If you like Georgette Heyer, Mary Robinette Kowal, and barb-trading romance…check out Cooney’s Two Paupers.


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