Here is a newsletter of the strange, THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT, because the web is infinite and email is not.
The fear of infinity is apeirophobia.
But an email newsletter is not enough. You cannot smell email. You cannot crumple it into your pocket. An email cannot provide the frisson, the shuddersome intimacy, of a handwritten envelope from a stranger who licked that very envelope to seal it with his or her self.
And so, dear strangers: early subscribers to THE EQUINOX SOCIETY REPORT may request a welcome envelope, in the corporeal mail, containing a button, a sticker, and a handwritten note. Limited quantities, of course, because infinity is fearsome.
“Hey, can you prune that tree over th… yokay, thanks.”
The Welsh alt-rock band The Joy Formidable have recorded a really good, dream-poppy cover of the TWIN PEAKS theme. Check it out:
I was on the WAMC Book Show today. You can listen below. Imagine me wearing a tricorne hat.
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I stumbled upon a cheap 45 of Meco’s “Empire Strikes Back Medley” this weekend: a fantastic cheeseball disco version, with sound effects, of the Imperial March. I loved this thing as a kid.
Meco was a record producer and musician (currently aged 75) whose real name is Domenico Monardo. He’s best known for the space disco version of the original Star Wars theme in 1977. That single went platinum.
According to Wikipedia, he saw the original Star Wars on opening day. After his brief musical success, he became a commodity broker in Florida.
A friend told me about this last night: in 2008, Guitar World listed the worst guitar solos ever. The top slot went to C.C. DeVille from a Poison live album, and it’s really something to hear. I laughed out loud three or four times. The entire solo is like a fantastic spoof of ridiculous hair metal shredding, except no one but a completely serious C.C. DeVille could have pulled it off.
Here’s Guitar World’s description:
Remember when you were in high school and your novice shredder best friend kept insisting he’d “almost nailed” Eddie Van Halen’s “Eruption” solo, and you’d be stuck in his room wanting to kill yourself as he tried to play it again and again? That’s a little what listening to C.C.’s jaw-dropping nine-minute solo spot is like. Only instead of your friend going “No, wait!” and starting over every time he fucks up, there’s an arena full of idiots loudly cheering him on. And just to show you the breadth of his chops, C.C. also throws in a messy attempt at some “Hot Club”–style gypsy jazz licks (Django Reinhardt would surely be envious of the tres magnifique tones C.C. coaxes from his pointyheadstocked ax), a touch of polka, some searing Miami Vice blues bends and, of course, several more dive bombs and two-handed tapping runs whenever inspiration fails. Completely devoid of taste, structure or steady tempo, this should be required listening for budding guitarists everywhere. Surely they can’t do any worse.
The final minutes remind me of a soft-lit meditation/training scene from a Steven Seagal movie, like when he’s preparing for the action ahead by sticking lighted incense acupuncture needles into his skin, and Kelly LeBrock is peeking in, admiring his discipline, and they’re about to make tender love before he goes on his elbow-breaking revenge mission.
My favorite part (how to chose?) is right after the jazzy cruise-ship section. There’s a brief pause, an artificially amplified roar from the crowd… and then the hair-metalist of hair-metal shriek notes to reignite the action. I’ve queued that section up below, but really: treat yourself to the whole nine minutes.
Who knows if it’ll be any good, but I’m looking forward to the first-ever double studio LP from Iron Maiden this September.
Three vinyl discs. Terrific Eddie cover. The closing song is eighteen minutes long. And with a world tour in 2016, my son and I will get to see them live, which is really what parenting is all about.
BELL WEATHER is a Columbus Dispatch top-shelf recommendation. Thanks, Ohio!
When Tom Orange rescues a mysterious young woman from the flooded Antler River, he senses that their fates will deeply intertwine.
At first, she claims to remember nothing, and rumor animates Root—an isolated settlement in the strange wilderness of colonial Floria. Benjamin Knox, the town doctor, attends to her recovery and learns her name is Molly. As the town inspects its spirited new inhabitant, she encounters a world teeming with wonders and oddities. She also hears of the Maimers, masked thieves who terrorize the surrounding woods.
As dark forces encircle the town, the truth of Molly’s past spills into the present: a desperate voyage; a genius brother; a tragedy she hasn’t fully escaped. Molly and Tom must then decide between surviving apart or risking everything together. Dennis Mahoney’s Bell Weather is an otherworldly and kinetic story that blends history and fantasy, mystery and adventure to mesmerizing effect.
My novel BELL WEATHER is The Boston Globe’s Pick of the Week.
ARTICLE HERE (scroll to the end)
“Set in a fantastical 18th-century world where rain falls up and storms wash the land with bright hues, this is the story of Molly, a spirited young woman fighting for the freedom to choose her own path. Readers learn about her childhood with an overbearing governess, a cold father, and a brilliant, cunning brother who will stop at nothing to ensure that he and Molly are together and unbridled.”