Over the years I have written fiction, poetry, and various forms of criticisms (film, music, food) that have found their way to readers in self-published zines, in print/online for papers/weeklies/magazines, blogs, journals, you name it. Most of it is hard to find now. Or completely gone. All the poems I had published in poetry journals in the 1990s? Good luck finding that! My first novel Unpaved Road will never, ever see the light of day, no matter how many rewrites it had, my zines are long out of print, and I’m guessing my years of film reviews for shuttered publications are gone forever, lost in the vast digital world of the Internet. I currently write short film reviews for Library Journal but unless you are a library professional, you probably won’t get to see those reviews, right?
But, I do have couple of things I have printed that is out in the world if you are interested. Descriptions provided on the left. You can’t miss it. Say Hello to Wires is my second novel and 24 Frames Per Second is a collection of humorous essays from my deceased film blog CineRobot. Both can be yours for a measly $6. Six dollars, postage included! Get in touch to order a copy and you will make my month while making a loyal and true friend.
It was a guitar world in the early 1980s. Synthesizers weren't welcome in the lives of real musicians, who deemed them fake instruments not worthy of their money or time. Admitting you listened to strangely named bands like Depeche Mode, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark or Kraftwerk could cause serious ridicule and possible physical harm. What might happen to these outcasts if they emulated their New Wave heroes and were actually in a band with no guitars?
In the novel Say Hello to Wires, Noah Voss resembles every other person at his small, conservative college in the middle of America. But Noah has a secret: he loves music made by synthesizers. Following a confrontation with another student, Noah decides to start a band with his best friend and a single rule: no guitars allowed. Armed with synthesizers, a drum machine, a new haircut, and songs written late into the night, Noah discovers that his future is right in front of him, waiting to be plugged in with wires and electricity.
Say Hello to Wires is brimming with an authentic love for music made with machines, but even if you don't know the difference between a Moog or an Arp, its appealing combination of satire and youthful romance is universal. Recalling the comedic music novels of Nick Hornby and Roddy Doyle, with a dash of Charles Portis inspired deadpan comedy, Say Hello to Wires delivers a humorous and heartfelt peek into an innocent era, where simply having a unique hairstyle and refusing to play guitar was an act of rebellion.
Sound interesting? I finished my last edit of the novel Say Hello to Wires in late 2017 & whilst I wait to hear back from seemingly every literary agent & indie publisher on the East, West, and Central coasts about a possible traditional printing, I want to get it out to the people. $6 will get you a copy of Say Hello to Wires to keep forever & make me very happy to have found a dear reader.
Long live the underground! Long live the synthesizer!
24 Frames Per Second is a short collection of essays I wrote for CineRobot, the film oriented blog I ran from 2005-2012. I wrote a lot of material for CineRobot, but rather than select longer reviews & criticism from the site, I chose to include my favorite shorter essays, going with ones that I found a little more lively, quirky, and humorous. Hopefully.
24 Frames Per Second is for the movie lovers in this lonely world.
I have printed up a few copies of 24 Frames per Second and if you’d like one, get in touch. $6, postage included for a physical copy that will be yours forever.