Saturday, April 27, 2013
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
The ideas, man. The enthusiasm. The passion. The sincerity.
Though I only spent a single weekend with him, Cort McMeel had about as much important and true impact on my life as any writer, editor, publisher I can think of. It was his (and Michael Langnas's) vision for and execution of Murdaland magazine that was my first literary drill Sgt. slapping down my lazy, smirky writing and chewing me out but good about what the fuck I thought I was doing, and why didn't I just do the world a favor and man up or shut up. I didn't even have to read the thing to know bullshit had been called on my ass. The image of Cort leveling his weapon at the reader on the cover of the first issue set the tone. Back away from this book with your presumptions and your MFA. Back off - your skin must be at least this ( ) thick to proceed.
But I did read it, and like Saul on the road to Damascus, was struck temporarily blind and knocked off my ass. When the scales fell from my eyes, I was a born-again zealot. I went forth with new purpose and vision.
I never saw him again.
|David James Keaton, Matthew McBride, Frank Bill, Jedidiah Ayres, Cort McMeel, Les Edgerton, Erik Lundy|
It doesn't surprise me that someone with such brightly burning highs would know the other side too. I wish... I wish that I'd pried into his life more. I wish I'd been less content to benefit from the runoff of his life-force and pushed back a little harder when, in retrospect, he clearly needed it.
Y'know what I want, brother? I want five minutes in the ring with you followed by a big weepy, pulverizing hug and a fresh brainstorming session over something cold. I want you to turn me on to a dozen new books and authors in as many minutes simultaneously impressing upon me the weight of my ignorance and that your strength was mine to lean on, that, with your boundless energy and generous spirit at my disposal, I'd find the fortitude to rectify my pitiable situation.
I want the opportunity to return the favor.
Read more memorials to Cort by: Les Edgerton, Benjamin Whitmer, Mario Acevedo, Andrea Dupree, Brian Lindenmuth, Kevin Hardcastle.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
But that's not all, is that ever all? No, we've got some new blood to spill in the persons of Tawny Leech and J. Christopher Dupuy. They've been forewarned, fore-armed, twelve-fingered and dipped 'n chipped. The results are up to them.
SO??? BE THERE, MAY 4, 7pm Meshuggah Cafe... or listen to the live broadcast on a police-scanner near you.
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
AxeCop.com. For those un-initiated out there, the creators, the brothers Nicolle consist of writer Malachai (now 7, 5 years old when they began) and illustrator/prompter Ethan (30) who fleshes out his younger sibling's vision. It's full of fantastic ultra-violence, fart-humor and grade-school misogyny (Axe Cop checked The Dumb List to see if The Girls were on it. The Dumb List is a list of Good Guys and Bad Guys who cannot be on Axe Cop's team. "Look: All Girls are on The Dumb List." This made The Girls super mad, and they wanted to fight Axe Cop. So Axe Cop smacked them all in the head with the side of his axe to knock them out. He didn't chop their heads off because they were not bad guys - They were just dumb and bad at fighting.) It's pretty fantastic.
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
The Night Editor, and boy-howdy am I glad I did. This, in my book, is just about perfect movie making (or screen writing, really). Starts like a shot, elegantly slips us an exposition mickey while we're catching our breath, then sets up a gauntlet of tense set-pieces that whittle down our cast of hard-bitten escaped cons hunting down buried loot. Great under-championed film noir. Best moment: two cops wander into a hostage situation in a roadhouse.