When I was a kid, it didn’t take long for my friends and I to burn through all the weird movies at the local video store (Top 10 Video!). I became so obsessed with finding the weirdest movies that I started getting books about cult films. I ended up spending more time reading about cult movies than watching them. One in particular kept coming up: Eraserhead by David Lynch.
Top 10 Video didn’t have Eraserhead. I hunted, but could find no video store in Eau Claire that had it. I was able to get my hands on Blue Velvet and Wild at Heart, and I just absorbed them. But still Eraserhead eluded me. Reading essay after essay about it, I constructed my own version in my head. Then one day, I wandered into a tiny video store that I had never noticed before and found a copy for sale (on VHS, of course), for three bucks! My hands shook as I grabbed it. I didn’t think it was real. I bought it and watched it immediately. It was worn as fuck, but I watched it over and over, just letting it burn into my brain.
I’ve since watched pretty much everything David Lynch has ever done. Weirdness aside, David Lynch does something that few other filmmakers do for me. He consistently surprises me, and that’s why I keep coming back. Needless to say, I’m honored to be a part of this tribute to his work. I’m honored that my name is alongside idols like John Skipp and Thomas Ligotti, and many, many future literary legends from the bizarro fiction and horror fiction genres. I’m psyched that Cameron Pierce chose my story and I’m really happy to be working with Eraserhead Press.
I suspect that everyone reading this is probably as enamored with David Lynch as I am, so this should be a no-brainer. Pick up this book at Amazon.
Last night I had a dream that I had published two short stories about cats that became extremely successful. The dream also involved me carpeting my apartment with cat litter, adopting a baby cat that liked to hide in the cat litter, and letting my ex-girlfriend move into the bedroom with a rowdy black panther, all before going on a trip to New York via those plastic vacuum tubes used at bank drive-throughs. This dream did not come true.
However, I did wake up to find that my new story, “I Want to be a Mutant,” was published in Surreal Grotesque #11. The index also includes a lot of rising stars in the underground horror and bizarro fiction scene, including Jimmy Pudge, Alex S. Johnson and many more. Check it out and let me know what you think!
Razorcake #74 is out now. Once again, a Minneapolis band gets cover attention, further proving that both Minneapolis and Razorcake rule. Bonus: one punk’s guide to science fiction, which covers books and film. A good place to get the basics of the genre from a punk’s perspective.
Of course, I contributed a bunch of reviews. You should definitely pick up a copy of the zine, but you can also read my reviews online here:
- BETTER DAYS: Good Luck Tonight: 7”
- CRAPPY DRACULA: Concerns of the Modern Womb Wiggler: 7”
- DOMESTICS, THE: The G.D.P. E.P.: 7”
- LEECHES: Rott: 7”
- SINKING SUNS: Vicious World: 7”
The Crappy Dracula review is my favorite of the batch.
In discussing my new book, The After-Life Story of Pork Knuckles Malone, a few people have asked, “Where did you get the idea for such a weird book?” The germ of the idea started with this flyer for a Big Eyes show by Twin Cities artist Claire Monet:
I liked the image of a ham sitting in front of a wall of old televisions, watching them. In my head though, I saw the ham with antlers stuck into it instead of branches, probably a subconscious tribute to the geek helmet worn by Rev. Norb, the singer of legendary Green Bay punk band Boris the Sprinkler. My ham didn’t have eyes either. Instead, it had a pair of pineapple rings wedged between the antlers that kind of looked like eyes. I describe my interpretation of this image in chapter 12 of the book, which I’ve been reading live.
Of course, an image isn’t a story. I knew the ham was malicious, but maybe it wasn’t always that way. Maybe it was once a sweet little pig that liked to run through cornfields with a little farm kid. Maybe it was killed by a misguided father. Maybe a road trip ensued that was filled with slime-spewing insanity, mainly because I really love slime-spewing insanity. The rest of the weird book unfolded from there, pulling further inspiration from punk and the years that I lived in Green Bay. I kind of like how it turned out.
Have you read it yet? If you like weird fiction, it’s available on Amazon for a pittance.
Razorcake #73 is out now. Did you know that, along with all the columns and interviews and reviews, each issue includes a bunch of punk rock comics by the likes of Mitch Clem and Ben Snakepit? It’s true. What more could you ask for?
I suppose you could ask for a handful of record reviews by yours truly. You can read some of them in print or all of them online:
- DESPISE: Desolate: 7”
- HELLBASTARD/DRESDEN: Split: LP
- PORN STARS OF HORROR: From Love Letters to the Morgue: CD
- SHAME, THE: The World is Ours: 7”
- WARTORN: Domestic Terrorist: 7”
- WILSON ST. PUB & SLUTHOUSE BAND: Pirates of the West Bench: CD
Pretty crust-heavy this time around, huh?