Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Musings

Black Flag's "Nervous Breakdown" is not on YouTube. It really, really should be.

I think "By The Rivers Of Babylon" is finally done and in the bag. Will post links. That one was tough. The magazine put it through four edits. But it was worth it.

I went to a hardcore show the other night at the Ash St. Saloon, and realized that I have effectively grown out of the entire cattle-hall culture of that whole scene. "We are not cool," the fake Lester Bangs tells the protag in 'Almost Famous', and that's true. Once you see the sailboat, you can't go back to the illusion.

Not that I don't still dig the music. Or go to shows. Hank Williams III rokked with an umlaut, 3 different incarnations of psycho-billy for about 17 hours straight. My favorite was the Western swing stuff (he looks so much like his Grandfather, and songs like 'Musta Been Them Pills I Took' are a fitten and proper legacy.)

But even Hellbilly and Assjack were literate forays into 80's Punk and speed-metal in ways that enhance and preserve the music that inspired them. Shelton Hank Williams is a musical preservationist. Me and my moldering mix-tape collection can't help but get behind that.

What else... Just lost the main gig, which didn't even last long enough to count as a real job, really. I'm not going to waste any more time blogging about it. Just have to tap-dance pretty fast.

Serena and I are watching our way through 'Carnivale', the all-too-short-lived HBO miniseries that reminds me of what might happen if Jeff VanderMeer wrote Tod Browning's "Freaks" with F.W. Mirnau and Jon Waters co-directing.

Oh, there are some foul moments in that show. Some golden ones, too. It is changing my prose. More about that later.

My Mercury Retrograde page is almost up, kiddies. Will pass along the link. Contract for There Was A Crooked Man #1-9 has been signed. I will post release dates and any North Coast reads (might snip some of the Lovecraftiana for HPL Fest next year, if they invite me back...)

Until next time, Ever Vigilant In The Pursuit Of Derangement,
And 164 pages into the sequel...

10 comments:

DED said...

I went to a hardcore show the other night at the Ash St. Saloon, and realized that I have effectively grown out of the entire cattle-hall culture of that whole scene....

Not that I don't still dig the music. Or go to shows.


I hear you. Came to that conclusion about the same age. Now, at 40, with an hour fifteen drive to the closest venue that hosts anything besides starter bands, I'm hard pressed to go through the rigmarole to see more than a couple shows/year.

As an aside, did you see Cthulu, the little indy film that came out last year? I haven't seen it yet but the reviews I've read are of two camps: "crap" and "it's good but..." Twas wondering if you had and what your opinion of it was.

Edward Morris said...

Haven't seen Cthulhu yet. They were running it at HPL Fest, but I was just swamped with the panels (which were a BLAST, but didn't leave much time for viewing things.)

I heard it was cool in that queer-horror-meets-HPL-way, and I can't say anything because I have fused Feminist fantasy with Lovecraft, that whole flap with 'Jihad', etc.

Plus, the inimitably fun and engaging Stanley Sargent writes some great essays ("Black Brat of Dunwich", in particular) about HPL's weird childhood and weird marriage, and what that more than likely added up to. (Gah, he let Crowley sleep with his wife?!? Shoulda just slept with Crowley and got it out of his system, not that I'd wish Crowley's bullshit on a dead cat, though I'm sure he did a time or two...)

Anyway, I'll go see it for that connection, and because it was local. Meanwhile, still looking for shows that do not involve the Ash St., the Bar of the Gods, or anywhere where, like Whole Foods type stores, Socially Conscious Liberals (tm) step on you, puke on you and spill things on you...

(OK, they don't puke on me in Whole Foods, never mind...)

Edward Morris said...

Sorry, clarification... "Jihad Over Innsmouth" was not Feminist in intent. The one I was talking about there is "By The Rivers Of Babylon", which will be out soon. Kristine Levine and her Black Atlantis dream, have blogged abt. it elsewhere...

DED said...

The one I was talking about there is "By The Rivers Of Babylon", which will be out soon.

May I ask, where and when?

I heard it was cool in that queer-horror-meets-HPL-way

I'd heard that too. I can see that working if it's done right. I can also see how someone might take offense. But with HPL, he was so out there that I don't think that sexual orientation stuff should be off limits, no matter how homophobic one is.

Edward Morris said...

"By The Rivers Of Babylon" will be in Polluto, issue TBA. Also TBA is "One Night In Manhattan" in Big Pulp soon as they send me the contract.

Yeah, Stan Sargent was really one of, if not the first to grab that particular squealing tentacle and squeeze. I had fun giving a narrator from one of HPL's "mongrel races" center stage to whip some Innsmouth Folk ass in the name of Allah, The Compassionate, The Merciful.

As they say where I'm from, though, EWWWE. I can't believe he let Aleister Crowley bag his wife. Ewwwe. Ewwwe. There's a lovely expression I once heard in North Philadelphia that goes "You just done kissed every n*gga at the party." Pretty much. Ewwwe.

DED said...

I can't believe he let Aleister Crowley bag his wife.

Admittedly, this is the first I've heard of it. But since HP was such an Anglophile, maybe he felt that he couldn't refuse Mr. Crowley on some level.

Edward Morris said...

But Crowley was a Scot???

DED said...

Yes and no. Well, he was born in England. He moved to Scotland when he was 24.

Edward Morris said...

So the Anglophilia was more of a physical, vicarious kind of phenomenon, from afar.

Lovecraft's wife slept with Crowley when they were separated. Still, if that had been me, I would have never taken her back. Another old bromide, "I know where it [Crowley] has been..." Or at least enough. Could you imagine the crawling chaos of clap that would ensue?

I need to stop. Crowley is going to show up on my doorstep, like, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" That's just what I need today...

DED said...

Could you imagine the crawling chaos of clap that would ensue?

Truly, there are some things man was never meant to know.