Monthly Archives: February 2011

Envenomist – Bound Dominions

David Reed continues to be one of my absolute favorite dark experimental composers. He was kind enough to send me a copy of the latest release from his project Envemonist. David’s other projects include the venerable Luasa Raelon mentioned here previously.

Bound Dominions moans with heavy analog synth ambient. The whole album resonates with a primordial ache. Rotting ghost ships in the fog, fields of gurgling earth and steam, lost places swallowed by vegetation and the reverence and sorrow such sites evoke in a quiet landscape.

It reminded me, quiet eloquently, of something I wrote stuck on a train somewhere between Portland and Seattle about 6 years ago. This was originally written as preliminary lyrics for a project that was not to be. I will post it here unedited as this is the most appropriate home that has arisen since then…

“Crawl to the cadence of 100,000 crows, carving the sun to rags above the geometry of industry… axis and allies draw together against a wheezing tribe on another barren hill, where serpents dance with battle blades to defend their nightmare lives from their nightmare graves. The old ones, naked, survey from crooked frames at the slavering pests hooded in spiteful names. A sullen dignity – aspirations drained above root work recoiling from the kaleidoscopic air. Legions gaze over aeons to the wounded and the dead, of the clan born of time that time then shed… momentary domination of despotic ecology. Braying, cackling, screaming nonsense against the turning leaves… Between the lines of  history’s soliloquy fractured though it is, the tyrants right their broken spines and draw the hulks beneath the soil…”
- Scott E. Candey (2005 -ish) -

That Thing In The Corner

I just started  a story that began as a vignette in 2009. I had a false start on it last year, but finally feel like I can write this thing properly. I don’t want to screw it up, so I have sat with it peeking at me from the corner of the room for nearly two years.

I carved away over half of what I’d written last year towards this end. What I have left feels pretty good. The remains are really no more than an opening. The difficult part, the part I have been afraid of, comes now.

A Congregation Of Clamoring Torches

Another still photo video stumbled across… “A Congregation of Regrettable Biology” taken from The Aberrant Laboratory CD.

And another… “Clamoring Torches Ring The Hives Of Science” also from The Aberrant Laboratory CD

Now seems like a good time to remind you that there are numerous mp3′s, and other videos on the samples page.

Just For You… Here’s A Love Song

Writing Vs. Music: DIY

The perspective on DIY is the most difficult gap between writing and music for me to come to terms with. I’ve talked about this before, I’m sure I will again. The more I see on the publishing side of the fence the more the argument for the traditional process seems to come down to self-definition and ego.

“Real” writers are put out by traditional publishers, I empathize with that still, aspire to it still. But it’s changing. Established authors, fortunate enough to control their back catalog, are beginning to turn to self publishing ebooks because it gives them control and greater income potential.

The knock on self publishing has always been the amount of unedited, hackneyed garbage that clots the markets. However, the argument that having been vetted and validated by a traditional publisher makes self publishing acceptable now is gaining momentum. The wisdom of the gatekeepers is still looked at as wisdom, but there are exceptions.

Authors like nothing more than getting paid for their work, and as the landscape changes ebooks are becoming the field of play for getting paid. Here’s a little discussion from the Shocklines board about the decline in author advances to chew on.

There is no shortage of shitty stories that publishers have let through the gate. There is no shortage of horrible music everywhere you turn. The gatekeepers are searching for product they are not searching for art. A product does not have to be good, it merely has to appear good. With the diminished retail shelf life (and shelf space) of books, and companies forgoing marketing for hype, they don’t even need to appear good for very long. I have read a number of books on reputable imprints, that are frankly uninspired. Maybe its personal taste, some of these books have been very well received. But it doesn’t bolster my faith in the gatekeepers.

Mark Samuels has an eloquent take on “success” and publishing he recently re-posted from a diatribe written back in 2007.

My take with music and my record label was that those who were seeking the kind of thing I was releasing would find it. I did limited, targeted promotion and submissions for review but refrained from whoring about and flapping my arms to get people to buy the records.  Word of mouth being the ideal mode of promotion, my hope was that thoughtful reviews and thoughtful listeners would generate interest.

Carlton Mellick III recently posted a great piece on his site about the evolution of word of mouth and the role that e-book sites, particularly Amazon, can play in drawing readers to little know writers.

It irritates me that I think about this stuff as much as I do. But as someone who is beginning to build a collection of writing and starting to submit, it feels like a necessary evil. If I am going to put my work into the world to be judged, and knowing it will be judged not only by the work but by the means of delivery, it is something I have to consider.

I self released the first Gruntsplatter material on Crionic Mind as split releases with other artists. This lead to getting signed to  “real” record labels, and allowed me to release other artists on my label because my work was being handled by others. What started as a “vanity” label became a “real” record label. That was my plan from the get go and it worked out. I wanted to start a publishing arm to Crionic Mind for years, but at this point in my life I am kind of over that. I have spent enough time focusing on other people’s work and standing around at the Post Office.

So, when I look at the lean options for submitting work, the pay rates, and so forth. . . I have to wonder about the effectiveness of sending to an obscure magazine that might pay enough to go out to dinner or releasing a small collection as an e-book that offers the potential to generate more. I myself have never purchased self published an e-book from an author that hasn’t gone through traditional publishing route and I am apprehensive to do so. When looking at the Amazon sales charts, it’s clear that others do. J.A. Konrath’s blog makes a compelling argument for its potential.

After all of this, I still don’t have an answer. I will be trying traditional routes for the time being, but at a certain point I can see giving the self published e-book route a go. The definition of who is a writer, and who is an author is changing. I have to come to terms with that as well. Is it better to have a limited edition book of 300 or so that pays a little something and produces an artifact in the form of a book, or is it better to put out stories that can continue to generate income and interest in a format that has little prestige? How much of that self-definition and ego do I have a need for? And how much do I just hope I can write stories that mean something to me and have the ability to resonate with others? Put that way, it seems rather obvious.

“The Death Of Bunny Munro” by Nick Cave

A couple years ago I posted this regarding the ongoing collaborations between Nick Cave & John Hillcoat. At the end of that I made mention of Death Of A Ladies Man a script by Cave that Hillcoat was reported to be developing.

The Death Of Bunny Munro, the second novel by Nick Cave, was released near the end of 2009. The book follows traveling beauty product salesman Bunny Munro as he unravels under the weight of his vices while taking his son on the road following the suicide of his wife.

Bunny Munro is a lecherous, self-absorbed catastrophe who over the course of the book becomes more so. He’s also his son, Bunny Junior’s, hero. The real story, for me, was there. Bunny is gregarious, and fun when he’s not being repugnant. As Bunny drags the boy around southern England under the pretense of teaching him the ropes, Bunny, Jr. sees more and more of that repugnance as visions of his dead mother trail them both.

The story for me was not so much about the decline of Bunny as it was about the quiet confusion of Bunny, Jr. trying to make sense of the world and his lot in it. It’s a story that is crass and funny, despairing and grim.

Cave’s eloquence is beyond dispute. For my money, he’s maybe the best lyricists of the day. The book displays that linguistic dance, though his cast here is a bit different from those that surface in his music.

In addition to the novel, there is an audio version of the book, read by Cave, complete with a full score recorded by Nick Cave and Warren Ellis. John Hillcoat is indeed directing a film based on the novel. I did see a report that it was headed for the small screen rather than theaters, but I haven’t seen anything else to verify that. Ray Winstone is expected to play Bunny Munro.

Have a look at the website, there are samples of the audio score as well as excerpts of Cave reading from the book.

http://www.thedeathofbunnymunro.com/