Our filthy short film VISCOSITY will be screening at IFPMN's Cinema Lounge Wed May 16th. The event is the 3rd weekend at the Bryant-Lake Bowl Cabaret Theater. If you want to mock, ridicule or ask the questions you've pondered regarding this degenerate piece of work there will be a Q & A with director Paul von Stoetzel following the screening.
He said he's a bit anxious about answering questions about the film at the Q&A and even that the film, which screened earlier at Z-Fest and apparently inspired some 'feminist hate mail' which makes me more than a little bit happy. Finally, somebody cares enough about something I had a (cough) hand in to express their passion in printed words.
Also screening in May is Julian Grant's ambitious noir-sical Fuckload of Scotch Tape inspired by a couple stories of mine. It's a cast and crew screening in Chicago May 29 - but hey, it's a screening. FLOST'll be making the festival circuit this year and I'll announce any dates I hear on opportunities to catch it... like a virus. Know what else you might find catching? Kevin Quain's soundtrack. I'd love to see this one with an audience.
In the wake of Matt Kindt's Spinetingler Award win for his Noir at the Bar cover, I'll take this opportunity to spread the word about the next book. Yeah, 'cause we're such suckers for punishment, Scott Phillips and I will be publishing yet another volume of nasty short fiction from the annals of N@B, tentatively titled Nair at the Barrio (no, it's not). In the next couple weeks I'll be diving further into the submissions, but holy crap, brace yourself for Jane Bradley's harrowing piece about drugs, sex and violence and John Rector's gag reflex triggering story of the worst episode of Rachael Ray ever. Also, those of you who weren't there will find out where all the Aaron Michael Morales 'pube' jokes come from, Caleb J. Ross's tale of odd collectibles and marital discomfort will make you double check your sneer, while Nic Young and Jason Makansi offer up adultery from a couple different angles and Kevin Lynn Helmick's James M. Cain love-letter ought to have you good and ready for The Cocktail Waitress.
Finally, I'd like to address the rumor that I only own one shirt...
Wearing it beneath the shirt coat next to Daniel Woodrell.
Uh, pretty much. One shirt. And it's just about worn out. Looking for a replacement.