I haven’t been blogging much lately. Trying to get actual work done instead. For example the new Slicnaton & the new Feel No Other are both up to purchase or stream on the Silber site.
I have also been working on putting some of the free releases on Spotify & iTunes. I just got my check with the 2013 earnings from those & while it is 50% less than 2012, it’s still a couple hundred bucks that Silber wouldn’t have otherwise.
I got in the art for Pow Wow #3 & it will be debuting at SMUDGE this weekend. It’s a comic convention in DC. We’ll see how things go. I really haven’t gotten myself as prepared for this convention as I normally do. I guess I’ve gotten a bit more realistic about sales & don’t feel the need to assemble $1000 worth of merch when I have never broken $400.
I also have been working on the QRD guitarist ebook. It’s going to end up being 2300+ pages. Totally ridiculous. My plan is to get it up on Amazon as soon as it’s ready & ask people to review it on Amazon when they are getting their copies from me. I’m hoping this has some backend earnings through Amazon down the road. Because even though it made it’s funding goal, it’s hard to say that something that made around a dollar per hour of work is truly successful. I guess the same thing can be said for Silber generally. I am trying to be upbeat about things, but sometimes life feels like it’s been trying to break me down.
For the curious, here’s the Silber February charts.
Ultra old story found in a notebook when my niece asked if I had a notebook she could have & this was the only used sheet. Probably from 1992. The opening (& all I ever actually wrote, though I think I wrote it multiple times) of my Joker story that will eventually become part of XO. The idea of debauchery in here is pretty suburban high schooler, which makes perfect sense….
I feel like I am awakening for the first time. I want to forget who I’ve been all these years & become archetypal & surreal. There’s blood in my mouth, but it feels thick like honey. I pull it out with my fingers & spread it across my chest & neck & face. In the mirror I find myself more beautiful this way. My skin looks very taut & I am proud of my thinness. For a second I mistake myself for dead. I leave the bathroom into the other room of the apartment; the walls & ceiling have turned yellow from the constant cigarette smoke. Smoking another cigarette, the second since I got up, I burn holes in the flaking paint & pour myself a glass of tequila. I can feel the alcohol’s promise of forgetfulness while hovering over it, my eyes & mouth watering. My body shivers as I drink it, as if I finally took in enough poison to kill myself this time.
I put on shoes & a shirt & keep on the purple pants with silver pin stripes I slept in. I burn some of my hair with my cigarette while running my fingers through it. I throw the cigarette onto the unmade bed. I take my wallet from the table, take out the forty-seven dollars & throw the wallet on the fire in the bed. I put the crumpled bills in my pocket & grab the keys & leave. I lock the door behind me & walk down the two flights of stairs. After leaving the building I throw the keys in a trashcan & know I have finally destroyed myself.
Working on my comic for the SPACE anthology as well as editing it. Mine is a really weird photo-comic about faeries. Here’s a sample photo:
I feel like I haven’t been pushing the QRD Ebook kickstarter too hard & in general the reason is that I don’t know how. It’s been pointed out to me that the guitarists are obscure & ebooks in general are not something people want to pay for. But it finally made it to $200 & I announced the stretch goal of at $300 I’ll make the bass player interviews into an ebook as well. So, you know, contribute or spread the word if you can. I’d really like to get 100 backers, but I am unsure of that as a real possibility.
Here’s an acoustic duo version of Plumerai doing a track:
While I’m posting a bunch of stuff, here’s a short documentary about Robert E Howard that some British dude made:
Also, I finally started watching the Robocop cartoon which is kinda terrible, but I have a hard time not watching it.
February 17, 2014
I’m in Russia doing a tour where the shows are so spread out that I’m flying from city to city. After playing my first show & going to the airport to get to the next gig the ticket agent tells me my pedal board can’t go on an aircraft for security reasons. I tell her it just flew in with me the previous day, but she doesn’t care.
February 19, 2014
I’m on a nine day nine state tour with Lycia to promote their new record. In Philadelphia we’re staying with Tara’s brother at his new house. When we get there, it’s actually my grandmother’s old house. I can’t really handle it & I want to just wander the streets for a while, but it’s raining. Her brother has a roll-away cot for me in the basement. I ask him if it came with the house & he says, “It actually did.” It’s the same one I slept on 30 years ago.
February 21, 2014
I’m driving my car & I fall asleep for a second & wake up when my car runs over one of the reflectors between lanes. It scares the crap out of me & I am wide awake & feel like an idiot. A few seconds pass & I fall asleep again & I’m woken up by my car running over the rumble strips on the side of the highway. It’s just a matter of time until I kill somebody.
Here’s the cupcake recipe some of you have tasted at various Silber events. It’s derived from a recipe my grandmother cut out of a newspaper. It yields 20 cupcakes.
¼ cup of cocoa
1 ½ cups of flour
1 cup of sugar
¼ cup vanilla soy protein
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1 teaspoon of salt
1 cup of water
1/3 cup of oil
1 tablespoon of vinegar
1 teaspoon of vanilla
Mix dry ingredients thoroughly. Add liquids & mix until mixture is consistent
Cream Cheese Top/Core
1/8 teaspoon of salt
8 ounces of cream cheese
1/3 cup of sugar
Leave pack of cream cheese out to reach room temperature, mix as thoroughly as practical.
Add 4-6 chips per cupcake, optional or change flavor.
You can either leave a white cream cheese top or attempt a hidden cream cheese core. To get a top, distribute batter to bottom of cupcake papers evenly among the 20 cups & add the cream cheese mixture to the top, sprinkle with chips. For the core put in enough batter to cover the bottoms of the cups, distribute cream cheese mixture, sprinkle chips, put remaining batter over top of cups hiding the cream cheese.
When I was a kid there was a park that was mainly woods halfway between me & my best friend’s houses. It’s where we’d hang out every afternoon to do things we might get in trouble about at home. Things like setting a creek on fire while swinging over it on a vine. Typical middle school stuff. But other folks that we never saw used the woods too. Presumably folks just a couple years older than us & while there would routinely be empty beer cans around, occasionally we’d find half a case of unopened Budweisers. Which to a twelve-year-old eager to be an adult was as good as gold.
Woods Beer was a right of passage for suburban punks in the 1980s & to be honest I have no idea if it is still something that happens. I don’t think underage kids drink in the woods & stash their beers there anymore & I don’t really see middle schoolers wandering the streets on their own either. But maybe people didn’t see me back then either, so I could be wrong. Anyway a few weeks ago I bought some beers that I thought were kinda crap. An apple beer might sound like it has potential, but for me it’s just candy crap. So today I went out in the woods looking for a place off the path with some cigarette butts & I found some by a log. I dropped the beers off there. Maybe I’m contributing to the delinquency of a minor or maybe I’m littering or maybe, just maybe, I’m giving a future generation an experience they’ll remember fondly twenty-five years down the line.
Also, there was a bunch of snow here where I live (which doesn’t happen) & it’s slowed me down on getting some orders ready, including one of thirty comics which meant needing to print them all out, which takes longer than you’d think.
Just so this isn’t a completely boring entry, here’s a Clang Quartet video:
So I got the new Electric Bird Noise & the new If Thousands up on the Silber site. They are both available to purchase or free to stream. In going with my recent goals of rebuilding the community feel on Silber, anyone who wants to write a little blurb about either of the records I’ll put them on the reviews page with links back to your sites.
James from Plumerai sent me this video about how likes & advertisements on Facebook work. It helps to put things in perspective when you see smarter people than you having the same problems.
February 6, 2014
I’m playing a house show in the front yard of a house a block from the house I grew up in. The neighborhood’s kinda shot & I don’t feel comfortable walking up the hill to the old house in the dark.
February 10, 2014
I wake up & look at my left arm & all my scars are gone. I guess this is what death is like. It’s not so bad.
On the comic front I’ve got two new comics finished (Lost Kisses #26 & Come Home Safe #2) & shipped out to subscribers. I wrote scripts for Walrus #2 & Built #3. I got word from Jeremy Johnson that Marked #4 is imminent on the drawing being done. Ed Delaney says Pow Wow #3 should be done shortly as well. At least four other scripts out with artists that should be done sooner than later.
Been working on the press releases for If Thousands, Electric Bird Noise, Feel No Other, & Slicnaton which is basically the only thing holding these releases back for so long. Hoping to have them up in the next week or two available for purchase.
This weekend there’s a full band Remora show & allegedly a full band studio recording session. We’ll see how it all goes.
There’s some behind the scenes stuff going on here at Silber that I think is going to result in us putting out more content on a regular basis. We’ll see how it goes. Basically I’m trying to bring Silber back around to being the community I once envisioned it to be rather than exclusively my show as far as doing all the labor & feeling over pressured about everything. We’ll see if I really can get myself to let go enough to make that happen.
Here’s a recent super minimalist recording/video from Plumerai:
January 25, 2014
My parents are cleaning their house & they are throwing out a bunch of half completed &/or broken craft projects of my grandmother’s. I gather them all out of the trash. I know they are useless, but I’m not ready for them to be thrown away yet.
I’m in high school with Michael Wood & we’re gambling, playing dice with two ten-sided-dies (one blue & one red).
There’s a worldwide totalitarian regime that is ignorant of the impending destruction of the world. But there is a way to survive, hopping through a gateway to another dimension. The gate was built by bees & is in a dug out crawlspace under a typical suburban house. Under the house there are maybe 20 of us waiting for the bees to open the portal including a pregnant woman on a gurney (I have no idea how she managed to get down here). The bees open the portal & flood through & everyone goes in behind them. I’m trying to push the gurney through the portal & it’s caught in the dirt & too heavy for me to move. A woman comes in with a five-year-old child & I get them each to grab hold of the gurney & they take it with them as they are pulled through & I fall on the ground from pushing it. When I stand up the portal has shrunk down to the size of my hand & I watch it fade to be too small for even a bee to make it through.
January 27, 2014
My cat is moving into an apartment with me. I feel really bad about throwing all his stuff away when he died ten years ago, but I didn’t think I’d see him again.
January 28, 2014
I go to see Irata play a live show as the soundtrack to a demolition derby. I’m kinda shocked by how slow & boring the car crashes are.
I’m outside in my yard & a cop walks down my driveway carrying a sawed-off shotgun covered in mud & he asks if it’s mine. I tell him it’s probably my nephew’s. He asks if I’d mind if he checked my car & I watch as he plants & then pulls out a revolver from my backseat. When he starts to arrest me & goes into who he thinks I am, it’s clear he thinks I’m my neighbor across the street; but I don’t think there’s even a reason to bother to try to explain that to him.
January 29, 2014
I show up at a comic convention & check in at the table. When I go to get my stuff out of my car I realize I forgot to pack any merchandise. I’ve been way too busy lately….
February 2, 2014
I’m with Nic Slaton on tour & we’re listening to a staticy fading out jazz station. I say, “It sucks that I’m not a jazz player because when jazz players get old they become gristled & cool, but white people like me just get old & crotchety.”
February 4, 2014
I’m looking for some place for me & my grandmother to live. I find a furnished home where the master bedroom has a double bed in it as well as a twin bed so I’ll finally be able to sleep in my own bed without worrying if she’s fallen out of hr bed in the middle of the night.
Been getting some work done lately behind the scenes. Finished drawing Come Home Safe #2 (still need to scan it in), halfway finished drawing the next Lost Kisses, got a script written & sent out to the artist for Seabase 17 (new series), & I put a few more comics up on Amazon (not a lot of sales luck there yet, but I am hopeful).
Here’s a video from the Triangle Rhysing massed guitar thing I took part in last year:
& here’s a video from Chvad SB who will be having a release on Silber shortly. It’s a long drone.
January 18, 2014
After years of living in squalor & depravity I finally meet Jesus face to face. He’s much shorter than I anticipated (maybe 5’2”) & looks like his body’s been broken down from a life of hard labor. I tell him I thought he’d be taller & he just shrugs his shoulders.
We’re having Eggo waffles for breakfast, but we’re out of butter. My girlfriend is about to smother them in suntan lotion & I tell her to wait & try one first before putting it on all of them.
At a Remora show I’m playing the song “More than the Sky.” I don’t know the words or the notes, but the music is just falling out of me more beautifully than any song ever has.
I’m going on tour with a band called Regulaters & I’m trying to convince them we need to buy a sack of fruit for in the van, but they don’t think it’s very rock & roll.
January 19, 2014
I’m staying at PD Wilder’s house on tour & the bathroom is lit from the floor rather than the ceiling. The lights are under huge glass tiles & I’m trying to pry one up, but they seem sealed. I’m on the floor trying to figure them out & PD opens the door & laughingly says, “What the hell are you doing?”
I wake up & see my girlfriend in the bedroom doorway, but turning to my left she’s still lying next to me on the bed. It must be her twin sister. I start to get out of bed & the twin comes over & pulls the blankets off of us & plunges a pair of scissors into my girlfriend’s chest. I manage to push her away before she can pull the scissors out to let my girlfriend’s blood spew out of her. My girlfriend starts to wake up & I’m trying to figure out how to break the news to her while keeping her sister at bay.
January 20, 2014
I’m lost driving on the outskirts of a small town. I’m past its second (& final) stoplight, curving around the two-lane road to what I assume is a baseball field on the left. The edges of the field furthest from me have a series of castle facades & in the field are people in costumes that make them look like twelve-foot puppets. The monster costumes look more tragic than frightening & I kind of wish I was one of them.
I’m checking out a local comic shop on the way to a convention. It is converted from a house & has separate rooms, but no organization as far as what is in one room to the next. They have a special sale where coupons for various percentages off single comics are randomly hidden amongst back issues, which is kind of a cool idea.
I’m getting sick & when I blow my nose the snot is such a fluorescent green that I think it might actually glow.
January 21, 2014
I’m hanging out with my friends Ben & Arabella & they’re telling me that they’re going to be sent back in time as part of a witness relocation program & I realize that they are actually going to become my parents.