Musical stories in fantastical worlds
Well kids, i’m off on a plane tomorrow to London to record the singers for The New Albion Guide To Analogue Consciousness, An Atompunk Opera, the final in the New Albion trilogy. One of the hardest parts of this opera […]
The Atompunk era is fascinatingly paralleled across much of the planet. As in the west, the soviet block went through a similar arc. The 1950s were prosperous and held the promise of a future without limits. This led into an […]
The Mechanisms are playing this Friday, June 20th at the O2 Academy in Oxford. If you’re anywhere nearby, you should go. You can buy advance tickets here. I SO dig this band. Their albums are all stories, INCREDIBLY AWESOME STORIES, […]
I am buying my ticket for London. I am heading there on Monday, will be there for a week (don’t need a week but the flights are only on MonWedFri, and i NEED WedFri, so frackin’ Mon to Mon it […]
So ya’ll remember how i done told yinz about this little theater company who wants to show The Dolls Of New Albion at the Fringe Festival, right? And how they need some money through their kickstarter campaign? Of course you […]
Folks, there’s a theater company called Clockwork Hart Productions and they want to perform Dolls Of New Albion at the Edinburgh Fringe festival. They need help. They need just a hair of money through kickstarter to make this happen. I […]
For only $10 own the album and help fund the production, opening tomorrow night in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. This was just plain FUN to make. I mean come on, a pirate show. Who doesn’t want to sing jaunty, theatrical pirate songs? […]
The past two weeks have been frantic. I have been involved in creating the music and lyrics for a pirate show (written by Shaun Rolly) and just before it opens in Pittsburgh (on June 11th) i have flown to the […]
And then Old Henry came, stepping through the doorway in between rooms, just like that, smiling his leery, broken smile. “Well this is a new ‘un, never seen it before. A strange walrus girl on a cold, icy floor. Old Henry’s […]
The wind is howling around us. Deacon moves so that I can get up. I’m scratched and there’s some blood that I think is my own mostly on my leg. My thigh. The Map. The Map is gone. A ripped […]