Lock the gates, Nerds! DC Pierson (DERRICK Comedy) will be on WTF with Marc Maron this Thursday.
Just bought “this is how you lose her.” This is awesome news for Junot Diaz and, in a way, the Dominican Republic.
EQUAL VISION RECORDS’ HRVRD
ANNOUNCES COAST TO COAST
FALL TOUR DATES
Charlotte, NC’s HRVRD will venture west this fall, on a month long run that will bring them from coast to coast, sharing stages with various hometown favorites in each city.
On the tour, HRVRD will be performing songs off of The Inevitable and I, as well as select songs off of the band’s forthcoming full-length album.
The new album was recorded at Salad Days Studios in Baltimore, MD with producer Brian McTernan (Circa Survive, Senses Fail) and is expected to be released in early 2013. It will be HRVRD’s Equal Vision Records debut, released in partnership with Enjoy The Ride Records.
Guitarist Jason Shaw says of the upcoming tour, “We have been waiting for a long time to have the means and ability to tour to the West Coast and we are beyond excited that it’s finally happening. Thank you to everyone who reached out to help make this tour happen. We adore playing music and can’t wait to share our live experience in places we’ve never been and with people who have never had the chance to see us before.”
HRVRD’s haunting sound blends intricate and cinematic guitar riffs with dark, passionate lyrics and powerful, driving rhythms. Effortlessly encompassing the impressive technical qualities of underground progressive-rock and experimental outfits, while remaining accessible through honest, relatable lyrics, the fusion creates a full-bodied, dreamlike ambience filled with catchy, yet sonically sinister melodies.
The band has shared the stage with the likes of Minus The Bear, Glassjaw, Cursive, The Felix Culpa, Eisley and more. A video of the band performing at Legendary Dobb’s in Philadelphia, from their recent East Coast tour can be found HERE.
HRVRD is comprised of vocalist Jesse Clasen, guitarists Jason Shaw and Lee Herrera, bassist Garrett Leister, and drummer Tim Cossor. All upcoming tour dates can be seen below.
HRVRD Tour Dates
Sep 05 Nashville, TN @ The Zombie Shop
Sep 07 Lawrence, KS @ The Sharque House
Sep 08 Denver, CO @ The Marquis Theatre
Sep 10 St. George, UT @ Jazzy Java
Sep 11 Las Vegas, NV @ Laylas Garden (Garden of Spines VII)
Sep 12 Bakersfield, CA @ The Dome
Sep 13 Los Angeles, CA @ Bonnerhaus
Sep 14 San Diego, CA @ The Epicentre
Sep 15 Tempe, AZ @ Club Red/Red Owl
Sep 16 El Paso, TX @ Open Gate
Sep 18 Austin, TX @ Shiner’s Saloon
Sep 19 Houston, TX @ Walter’s
Sep 20 New Orleans, LA @ The Parish at House of Blues
Sep 26 Virginia Beach, VA @ Shakas
Sep 29 Brooklyn, CT @ The Last Green Festival
Sep 30 Brooklyn, NY @ Don Pedros
Sold a story to Subtropics. That rules. It’s called “Girls From Far Away” and will appear in an issue late this fall or early winter. It’s one of the stories from YDRMOA.
Big ups to Barclay for working so hard for me.
I’ll post more info all over the place as soon as I know when it’ll be out for public consumption.
Peace and hugs.
Here’s the tentative track listing (table of contents) for my forthcoming LP (book). We’ve got some small publishers nailed down and will be making a decision before the end of the month. Got a little giddy and wanted to share something in my quietest corner of the Internet.
Which story, based on titles alone, would you want as a sneak peak?
YOU DON’T REMIND ME OF ANYONE
1. Throwing ghosts
2. Midwesterly, softly
3. You knew me at my best
4. The hammock in my parents’ backyard & certain apocalypse
5. Millstone diamond pendant for your birthday
6. Be seeing you
7. On the irony of being stung by a swarm of bees while wearing a tee shirt bearing the likeness of Sting, professional wrestler
9. Soloman’s Map
10. Girls From Far Away
11. The beats are dead, but there are plenty of firecrackers
12. The day I lost God and found a tupperware of pot chocolates
14. No ears for a young prayer to reach (part I)
15. Your miracles fold and freeze together (part II)
16. Where there is sun and spring forever (part III)
17. My life as a catalyst
“You know that feeling, when you’re reading a book, and there’s a line in it so awesome you re-read it again and again because you love it so much you just want to reach out and touch it, but the best you can do is read it until you can almost taste it on your tongue?”
That’s what I’m aiming for. I’ve started taking down some of my favorite novels and short stories and looking for highlighted sections.
I believe poignant lines are what keeps me reading all the fucking time (apart from the obvious questions of plot/characters/etc), because a single line is at a time is what kicks me in the balls and makes me want to laugh and cry and change myself and all those things reading makes me do.
Hornby is a master of great lines, most of which are delivered like punch lines; something Brits seem to be born with. Douglas Adams is another (also British, those gifted fucks).
In my to-be-published short story collection, as well as in We Are Stellar, which was published last year, I was all about the last line. That’s always been my thing. With my current novel project, I’m hoping to kick the reader in the balls much more frequently, so head over to your local sporting goods store for a jockstrap and a good, strong cup. Even if you’re a girl. I don’t discriminate.
So, all of my work for my first short story collection is done. It’s a weird feeling that my work is in someone else’s hands now, someone who enthusiastically believes in these stories and my ability to continue writing. For that, I owe my new friend, Mr. Barclay, an enormous debt of gratitude.
I haven’t talked about this process all that much because I didn’t want to find myself in a position of talking rather than doing, rather than writing. The state motto of NC, where these stories were written and where most of them take place, translates to: “To be, rather than to seem…” and I dig that. That’s what I’ve been trying to be about with this project.
So I guess I’ll talk a little about the book now:
The tentative title is YOU DON’T REMIND ME OF ANYONE, which, in all honesty, I stole from a brilliant writer who is one of the reasons I started doing this in the first place. Not the first time that’s happened, nor will it be the last. Who was it that said all art is thievery?
Anyway, my team was shopping the collection around to some small publishers, but somehow the book made its way into the hands of a much larger company. From what I am told, this part of the process could now take weeks, or even months. I don’t know and won’t know much for some time.
The book will contain between 11 and 14 new short stories, depending on who ends up publishing the thing. The themes are pretty typical of a new writer my age: growing up, losing friends and loved ones, losing and finding faith in various arenas in life, mental illness, drugs, dependence on technology, sex, love, hate, the balance between the two, leaving shit behind for years and then digging up the past to view it from a new perspective. There’s also an adventure 3 friends take after another of their friends commits suicide and leaves behind a ‘treasure map’ of sorts for them. I’d like to think I’ve taken some themes that may seem beat to death, and sprinkled my own fucked up fairydust observations and twists in there to make them seem more relevant and real to my generation, and more importantly my friends.
The coolest part, for me anyway, is I wrote this entire book, excluding a couple of rewrites, while on the clock at my day job. My way of sticking it to the man.
Maybe the coolest thing about all this is that it has opened the door for me to write and publish a novel next, which has been my goal since I started writing. I’ve had a few false starts on that, where I tried to write the semi-autobiographical crap every writer’s first novel turns out to be. Good thing I got all that out in the short stories, because now I’m thoroughly exhausted of digging through my turbulent emotional past, etc, etc, ad nauseum, and have set to work on a novel I think will be a lot more entertaining and will challenge me in some new ways.
I’ll be telling a story about two groups of people that in no way relate to my life, that don’t remind me of anyone in my life (see what I did there?), and that are engaged in a heated blood feud. They beat the living fuck out of each other in order to claim a prestigious underground title as the most prominent family in a world of traveling gypsy crime syndicates. The main theme I’m working with is that of loyalty to one’s self and loved ones, and the many circumstances which cause loyalties to change. Sounds fun, eh?I got the idea from watching Knuckle on Netflix. You should check it out.
Anyway, that’s my super long-winded quarterly update. I have to give another shout out to my deadline-giver Steve for making this all possible, and to The Elephant’s Den, a tiny DIY lit zine that you should check out on Facebook and Tumblr. Without that zine falling into the hands that it did, none of this would be happening. Also thanks a lot to all my friends and family that bought the Elephant’s Den and supported a great publication and my writing. There aren’t too many of you, which makes me love those of you who did support in any way that much more.
Well, that’s it for now. Sorry for raping your pictures of food and star wars shit and hot people with a bunch of words.
Learning to play keys is waking something up in me that has been dormant for years, or that may never have even been in me to begin with. This is proving to be quite a productive year. Between finishing more stories than ever and getting back into playing music every day, I feel like my brain is getting a workout that it has desperately needed.
I should reblog more space pictures. I use this thing like a Livejournal and we all know how that turned out. Or do we?
What did you do for you today?
Minor Threat Birthday of the Day: Ferociously independent DIY champion Ian MacKaye turned 50 today. FIFTY. That’s pretty hardcore.
As the figurehead for hardcore heroes Minor Threat and post-hardcore prototype Fugazi, it’s difficult to make an Argument against MacKaye’s musical legacy. Strange to think he’s half a century old now, isn’t it?
Remember those 1,000-something $5 concerts Fugazi did? Well, you can watch 800 of them here. Consider it your Red Medicine for the day.
IMPORTANT QUESTION THOUGH: Does MacKaye still have the straight edge?