Everything is Beautiful, and Nothing Hurts

Remember When Is Here Again

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 05 Jan 2010 00:23:00 +0000

The Flash Flood is back.

Nearly ten years ago, in a private, virtual "office" at Zoetrope, I hosted a flash fiction workshop that grew into a monthly powerhouse featuring the work of, oh, fifty to a hundred different writers, probably more, many of whom have become shining stars in the genre (if they weren't already). A few others have moved on to longer stories, a dozen or more have published novels, and several have created some of the finest literary magazines found on the Interwebs.

For five or six years, great writers came and went, and the quality of the work (and the workshop) grew stronger by the month. A few thousand stories passed through those floodgates, and several hundred found publication--most, though not all, in online journals. Friendships were born. Dramas played out. Art thrived. In short, this workshop has been the most productive and inspiring creative collaboration I have ever witnessed.

In recent years (since I became a parent, coincidentally), the Flash Flood has slowed to a trickle. We went from monthly workshops to three or four a year, and participation dropped even though the work kept up impressive standards.

With the tenth anniversary of those first two Flash Floods coming up in January and February, I'm getting ready to open the floodgates twice more and then to put the workshop to rest. To celebrate, I'm inviting many of the writers who drifted through and away over the years to come back and rejoin the core group of around fifty who have been there from the start.

Part 1 will see the floodgates open at midnight, your time, when Friday the 22nd of January begins. This flood will roar on through that weekend until it trickles out the following Tuesday or Wednesday.

Then Part 2 will commence at Midnight on 19 February 2010 and flow on for another five days or so.

If you happen to be one of those writers (or if you're interested in the spectacle and I know you--or even if you just send me links to a decent sample of your work), I'd love to have you join us, too. Drop me a line.

(My email address is my name, sans middle initial, at gmail, plus ye olde dot com.)

Drum Roll, Please...

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 17:50:00 +0000

I have a new story up as part of Night Train's Firebox Fiction series:

"From the Canyon to the Driveway"

This is my sole publication since The Sun published "Lavender" in 2006. I've worked on (and set aside) three novels since then and, of course, teaching and parenting have devoured my time. Though I published several stories each year in the early 2000's, it feels strange, now, to send a new piece of fiction into the world. Very strange. I'm unaccustomed to feeling this...exposed.

The strangeness arises, no doubt, from the discomfort. In my teens and twenties, I acted professionally and semi-professionally in dozens of plays--sometimes for audiences as large as 1,800 people, backed by a full symphony orchestra (A Midsummer Night's Dream, Peer Gynt). I also sang in alternative rock bands, hosted public radio music shows, and wrote for a weekly alternative newspaper. As recently as 2003-2005 I wrote commentary and satire for a well-read, lefty, political site. But lately I've turned into something of a hermit, culturally speaking. I'm a devoted husband and father, so I rarely go out with friends after dark--which means very few movies, only a couple of concerts, and no plays or readings in a long, long time. Our kids both struggle with food allergies, so we don't go to restaurants. I avoid the sun, for fear my immortality will melt away.

So this publication has me feeling uneasy. I like the story, but I wonder if it's good enough--if it's really worth anyone else's attention. (I'm not fishing for reassurance here, dear reader, I promise.) But the discomfort is good. It's useful. I feel challenged to make the next one better, to dig deeper, to keep sinking my teeth into the neck of my muse until I strike an artery.

Anyway, the story is out there. It will show up in my book later this year, too. Enjoy.

I Am Not a Folkie

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 16:17:00 +0000

...but I love this collection of folk musicians covering Tom Waits songs:

Covered In Folk: Tom Waits

I just raided it for songs I wanted to include in a mix CD for my wife.

TANGENTIALLY RELATED UPDATE: Speaking of folkiness, I've never wanted to like Damien Rice, but his songs keep grabbing me by the throat, shaking me, and dropping me to my knees.

(Thanks, Maya, for the tip.)

Speaking of Zoetrope

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 20:40:00 +0000

This story will show up in Magnificent Mistakes:

"Endangered Species"
(Zoetrope All-Story: Extra, February 2001)

For the book, I've tightened it in spots, of course, and loosened it in others.

Not my style, usually, but...

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 17:55:00 +0000

The sweetness of this is so...:

It's perfect here at the end of another decade. Enjoy.

e.

I Still Love This Story

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 15:46:00 +0000

In 2000, I guest-edited two issues of Zoetrope All-Story: Extra. The first of the two stories I published was Bob Thurber's "Blue Light," which opens with this:

My father was up, pacing in the shadows. The whole house was dark except for a hall lamp. Through the archway I saw the red dot of his cigarette floating above the piano. I took off my shoes and hooked the heels on the shoulder strap of my bag; I shut the door softly then headed for the stairs. I was wearing one of Mom's summer dresses and I had dribbled tequila on the front; I didn't want to get into anything over ruining old clothes.

"Not so fast, Missy."

I wasn't moving very fast or very well. With my hair pinned up off my neck, I suddenly felt chilled to the bone, and a lot less steady than I'd felt getting out of Robert's family mini-van. Robert was a child. I was a two-time college dropout dating a high school junior on the basketball team and the whole town knew.

Dad moved into the light, but I kept going.

"Hey. Whoa. Hold on a minute."

I slid on the tiles. My bag fell, both shoes went flying. He got to the stairs before I did, stopped me from tumbling head-first into the rail. He straightened me up, held me awkwardly beneath my breasts a moment; then he made himself big and blew smoke at my head.

"Inside," he said.

He guided me two robot steps in the right direction, but when he took his hands away, I turned back. I frowned at his feet. He was barefoot like me.

That opening hooked me the moment I first laid eyes on it, and it has held me ever since. I must have read "Blue Light" twenty times. It remains among my favorites of the decade.

You'll find the rest here.

And you'll find more from Bob Thurber here. He is one of the undiscovered great fiction writers of our time.

"Dedicated to all the little boys who've run away from home"

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 20:20:00 +0000

Sometimes, when you little compassion into your day, you end up getting hurt. This beautiful song breaks my heart and leaves me in tears, and this performance is one of the best:

I think of my niece, Shayna, who killed herself this year. I think of all the boys I worked with when I taught special education. I think of the kids begging on the streets, and the old men, and the girls, and the women....

It's good to hurt, I suppose.

And there's this:

Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out. Breathing in, breathing out.

New New Model Army

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 15:15:00 +0000

Consider this a preview of a review.

The video below is two or three albums old now, but NMA is still going strong. I downloaded the new album (Today is a Good Day), and after two listens I'm pretty sure it's the best New Model Army album since Thunder and Consolation. If you have ever loved this great band, you'll want to tune in again. Simply amazing, what they're doing now.

I'll post a full review on the blog later this week.

"Femme Fatale"

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 17:38:00 +0000

I have irrational love for this video clip of Nico playing some noisy punk rock club in the early eighties:

Hope I can someday get my hands on the DVD.
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Just doing my part...

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:05:00 +0000

to advance the cause:

Santorum.

BMFA

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Wed, 19 Aug 2009 00:54:00 +0000

The first of these two songs has been on my mind lately.

On Vacation

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 11 Aug 2009 12:51:00 +0000

I'll resume blogging later this week. In the meantime, here's an acoustic rendition of the most underappreciated pop song of the past few years--The Guillemots' "Trains to Brazil":

Homophobia

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 16:03:00 +0000

The Conservapedia entry on "fear of homophobia" may be the most homophobic thing ever written:

It may be speculated that the widespread response to labeling all who oppose homosexuals "homophobic" may itself be driven by an irrational fear of those who oppose them, in which homosexuals imagine that most or all of those who oppose them are motivated by irrational fears, and wish to do them harm, and from which type of people they must be especially protected. Homophobia has also been stated to be the real cause of AIDS[24] Such fears may explain the perception that "the nuclear family is a microcosm of the fascist state...", [25] and similar attacks on heteronormativity. It has also been stated by preeminent pro homosexual psychotherapist, John J. McNeill, that "Interiorized self-hatred is the sin of gay people, and we must learn to see it that way."

Uh, sic.

Dead Can Dance, "Sanvean"

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Thu, 06 Aug 2009 01:37:00 +0000

Simply put: the most beautiful song:

Lovely video, too.

Download: Dead Can Dance, "Sanvean"
Buy: Dead Can Dance

EVERYTHING MATTERS!

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Wed, 05 Aug 2009 02:35:00 +0000

HEY YOU! Person who stumbled on this blog while Googling the epitaph at the end of Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five: MAY I RECOMMEND A BOOK YOU WILL LOVE?

Seriously. Read this book. It's Everything Matters! by Ron Currie Jr. It was published by Viking this summer, so it's hot off the presses.

Seriously. Read. This. Book. Read. This. Book. Read. This. Book. Seriously. Read this book.

I did. It is great.You should read it. You'd enjoy it. Plus, you'd be reading a book you enjoy.

Did I mention it's called EVERYTHING MATTERS! It's by Ron Currie Jr., whose first book--a collection of linked stories--won major awards? This is his second book. It's a novel. It's getting rave reviews in major newspapers.

And it's really, really, really good.

Let me add that I've read all of Kurt Vonnegut's earliest novels. They're good, but they don't compare to what Currie is doing at this stage in his career.

Read this book. Read this book. Read. This. Book.

I'll post more about it soon.

Everything Matters! Read it.

New Model Army, "Love Songs" (live)

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:28:00 +0000

Here is someone's personal video, posted on Youtube, of New Model Army performing "Love Songs" (one of my favorites) at a German music festival this summer:

I've never fully understood it, but NMA is apparently very popular in Germany. Or, rather, I've never fully understood their lack of popularity in the rest of the world. Apparently the Germans get it. Oh how I'd love to see the band there someday--or anywhere, again.

And, for good measure, here's an NMA song I'm not familiar with--"Autumn":

Click here for NMA's 2009 North American tour dates, thus far.

New Decemberists Songs

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 18:52:00 +0000

Via You Ain't No Picasso, here's a pair of new Decemberists songs that made their debut at the Newport Folk Festival:

MP3: The Decemberists "Rox in the Box" (live)
MP3: The Decemberists "Down by the Water" (live)

Have we seen the end of their misguided prog-rock experiementation? Fingers crossed.

For good measure, here's Colin Meloy and the band re-enacting Bob Dylan's historical "going electric" fiasco:

Woody Allen's First Stumble

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 23:51:00 +0000

Alice is the first mediocre Woody Allen movie of his later, faltering years, bringing an end to a solid run of good and great films that begins with Sleeper in 1973 and ends with Crimes and Misdemeanors in 1989 (though I'm sure I'd dislike 1987's second Allen movie, September, if I had the stomach for it now). It's also Mia Farrow's first outright awful performance in an Allen movie. I know some hate her work and most are indifferent to it. I've always been a fan, myself, but her performance in the title role here is embarrassing. There's a scene when she takes secret Chinese herbs that supposedly make her bold and seductive; instead, she comes off as utterly, pathetically goofy. I suspect she was imitating some schtick Woody asked her to give, a la his flirtation scene in Love and Death:

Consider yourself lucky I couldn't find a youtube clip of Farrow's Alice pulling those faces. It gives me shudders to think of it.

But Farrow's empty performance is not the only problem here. Alice, herself, is the only semi-believable character. The rest are static. They're stereotypes: the wise Chinese herbalist, the rich gossip, the aggressive TV executive, the ne'er-do-well musician. Judy Davis is squandered in this, though she gives the only passable secondary performance. Even William Hurt is wasted as the stuffed shirt husband, despite his best efforts. That's because this movie lacks warmth and humanity. It's all flights of fantasy, dream visions, and cheesy special effects--A Christmas Carol for the uber-wealthy. We get none of the heart, none of the wit we've come to expect from Allen (and, for that matter, from Dickens), and dumb contrivances are apparently supposed to show us it's better to give your kids an experience of real life and real love than to raise them in some sanitized cocoon of wealth. I don't know, and don't care, what Allen wanted to say here.

I only finished watching Alice because back when it came out I thought it was all right. I don't remember why I felt that way. Of course, our Woody Allen comes back strong after this, with a few more good films (especially Husbands and Wives, Bullets Over Broadway, and Deconstructing Harry--the last of which works similarly to Alice but gets better every time I see it). Still, with Alice, we see the beginning of the end.

I'm not saying Allen is finished, but this is where he begins to lose his grip on what works--and what works is definitely not "whatever works." I need to watch Husbands and Wives again soon, to cleanse my palate.

(As an aside, I'm happy to note that Woody's next project is another movie set in London.)

The Kite Runner

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Mon, 03 Aug 2009 23:50:00 +0000

The Kite Runner left me bawling, but for personal reasons that had little to do with the quality of the movie. You see, I lost a niece earlier this year, and the movie's protagonist has a chance to rescue a long lost relative of his. So, for me, the story hit home. Beyond that unhappy (if cathartic) coincidence, though--or perhaps because of it--I came away disappointed.

This is one of those movies that amounts to less than the sum of its parts. It's a sweeping, dramatic story, played out by an excellent cast and shot quite beautifully in most scenes. The story is very human, and it certainly does manage to evoke compassion for the people of Afghanistan in general and the two boys at the heart of the piece in particular. Yet the film turns on a couple of baffling decisions made by the main character (trying to avoid a spoiler here), and it lacks a comfortable intimacy with the boys. Somehow, too, the movie manages to show its big Hollywood budget at almost every delicate moment, usually with oddly timed crane shots and poorly done CGI effects. And significant chunks of the story take place in California. Those scenes sap the power out of the story.

I wanted much more. In fact, I probably wanted the impossible: a film made by and for Afghans. This is not that film.

This is just a movie.

My Life According to Momus (the Facebook meme)

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 19:58:00 +0000

(Posted this on Facebook, but it fits here too. By the way, Momus--whom I mentioned the other day, has made all of these MP3 files available for free via his website.)

Using only song titles from ONE ARTIST/BAND/COMPOSER, cleverly answer these questions. Pass your answers on to 4,962 people you like, 17 you dislike, and think fondly of me. You can't use the artist I used, not that you've ever heard of him. Try not to repeat a song title, because that would make this meme even more boring. It's a good way to waste half an hour! Repost as "My Life According To (Artist/Band/Composer Name)," or whatever. Or don't.

Pick your Artist:
MOMUS

Are you a male or female:
“Ice King”

Describe yourself:
“I Was a Maoist Intellectual”

How do you feel:
“Made of Rubber”

Describe where you currently live?
“In the Sanatorium”

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
“Closer to You”

Your favorite form of transportation:
“The Cabriolet”

Your best friend is:
“The Marquis of Sadness”

You and your best friends are:
“Murderers, the Hope of Women”

What's the weather like:
“Hairstyle of the Devil”

If your life was a TV show, what would it be called:
“A Complete History of Sexual Jealousy (Parts 17-24)”

What is life to you:
“A Dull Documentary”

Your relationship:
“I Ate a Girl Right Up”

What is the best advice you have to give:
“Flame Into Being”

Thought for the Day:
“What Will Death Be Like?”

How I would like to die:
“Amongst Women Only”

My soul's present condition:
“Breathless”

My motto:
“Trust Me, I’m a Doctor”

Where should I start with Scott Walker?

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 14:44:00 +0000

OK, OK, I get it. I've read of his greatness enough times now, and in comparison to other artists I love (Mark Hollis and David Sylvian, primarily, but also Momus and anyone else who's done Jacques Brel) that the time has come: I'm ready for Scott Walker. The obvious starting point, as far as I can tell, is the compilation 5 Easy Pieces, but I prefer to get to know an artist album by album rather than through an anthology. Chances are I won't enjoy his early works as much as the later ones. So, random Walker fan who fond your way to this blog, which is Scott Walker's best album?

XTC "Yacht Dance"

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Fri, 31 Jul 2009 03:21:00 +0000

I'm in a nautical mood tonight.

XTC "Yacht Dance" (MP3)

Outtakes, B-Sides, and Rarities #2: Echo & the Bunnymen "Angels and Devils"

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 14:51:00 +0000

Echo & the Bunnymen was, without question, my favorite band in high school. That, right there, should be enough to make you stop reading. Click away, quick! I won't mind. Hell, I won't even know.

So, granted, the fact that I'm writing about my favorite band from high school twenty-plus years on means I'm incapable of rational consideration of the band's music. Enough has been said elsewhere about the Bunnymen's trailblazing, its passion, its updating of sixties rock sounds, and its rollicking live performances. A couple of the old guys (singer Ian McCulloch and guitarist Will Sargeant) are still going strong--if by "going strong" I can mean "showing occasional flickers of the brilliance that once roared like a bonfire on their records." And I mean just that. They still call themselves "Echo & the Bunnymen," but without Les Pattinson on bass and Pete DeFrietas on drums, they'll never be half as good as they once were. McCulloch could help things along by singing like he gives a damn, but I'll save that rant for another day. You can hear clips from four of their newest songs ("Think I Need It Too," "Do You Know Who I Am?,"Proxy," and "Drivetime") at the band's official MySpace page. These come from their upcoming October release, The Fountain. None sounds particularly exciting, but it's hard to judge from snippets. I'll include the best song from their most recent album below, for good measure.

In any case, here's a B-side the Bunnymen tossed off in some studio in San Francisco while on tour supporting the Ocean Rain album. The song is "Angels and Devils." Rather than describe it, make pronouncements of its genius, or tell you what the song means to me, I'll say only this: The guitars on "Angels and Devils" are exactly the guitar sounds I'd make in my wildest art-rock-star dreams, if only I could play.

DOWNLOAD: "Angels and Devils" by Echo & the Bunnymen
ALSO: "Scissors in the Sand" from the 2005 album Siberia

Here's a performance of "Angels and Devils" from 2001, when they made it a staple of their live shows:

And here's the original band, circa 1985, in a live-acoustic-on-camera performance of the still new single that was backed with "Angels and Devils," "Silver":

To Shoot or Not to Shoot; to Mock or Not to Mock

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Thu, 30 Jul 2009 12:27:00 +0000

Lately I feel an urge to make a movie. I have no project in mind, but I've got a talent for working with whatever limited equipment, resources, actors, and locations may be at hand. And a talent neglected will wither away or gnaw at the edges of your days. Or both.

So, I may audit a filmmaking course at my university, assuming such auditing lies within the bounds of etiquette. I have no camera, but then I never did. The Mac G4 I bought in 2000 is obsolete and, with its original processor limping along, surely incapable of handling video files. I know no actors in Oklahoma. I find the regional architecture and geography generally uninspiring, save a few buildings on campus*--where I don't really want to shoot, precisely because they're on campus. But, for me, story generates itself. I never run short of ideas. All I need is a camera.

Without one for seven years, I've left unfinished business in the mockumentary genre. Though The Office has pretty well done mockumentary to death in recent years, that show (as done by NBC) is both narrow in approach and lacking in fidelity to the genre. For instance, no matter where the characters go, the cameras follow with implausible consistency. When characters visit restaurants, other businesses, and the odd outdoor setting, no one they meet responds awkwardly, as if cameras are present. And when cast stays in the office, the editors often cut from one angle to another in a way that should reveal a camera. If the show were a real documentary, you'd see the other cameras and their operators. In other words, it would be impossible to have cameras everywhere that The Office does without seeing one onscreen. Furthermore, the writers omit all meta-considerations of the "documentarists" themselves. Who is making that documentary? What is their agenda? How is their massive project funded? Where and when does the program air? What are the effects of its airing on the office staff? Are they famous? Do viewers recognize them on the street? And so forth.

As you can see, I've given the genre a lot of thought. Despite the success and ubiquity of The Office--and don't get me wrong, I enjoy it, especially the original BBC version--there are many stones that remain unturned. Or unmocked.

But do I aspire to a career in filmmaking? Nah, not anymore. I'm not sure I ever did. Movie-making would be, perhaps, more than a hobby for me; and it would certainly answer my artistic impulse. But this would not be my vocation. Oh no, I wouldn't risk life, limb, nor pocketbook to do it. And besides, I have no idea how I'd cast my movies, should I ever get my hands on a camera. That's no small obstacle.

Just thinking aloud here....

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You can view my 45-minute mockumentary, MOCK, on Youtube (parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6). And here's a short I acted in, directed by Robert Vaughn:

* For whatever reason, some of the campus buildings...

...remind me of Siena, Italy:

Do you see it? Wishful thinking? Am I crazy?

MOMUS "Hairstyle of the Devil"

noreply@blogger.com (Eric Bosse) — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 21:39:00 +0000

Here's the great, neglected, coldhearted, intellectual genius of pop at his peak, tossing off a single the Pet Shop Boys couldn't have made in their wildest dreams.

Download: MOMUS "Hairstyle of the Damned"
Donate: iMomus