The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

A Celebration of the Virtual Impeachment

At this point, I’d like to take a moment to dance on the Twitter grave of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I was never one of his followers, and quite frankly I would’ve sooner nailed both my testicles to a tree than click on that now-defunct follow button. Still, every time somebody I follow posted a cheeky response to one of his tweets (which happened pretty much daily), I would see that menacing glower of a profile pic show up in my feed. You know the one. The sudden absence of that glower most certainly is a beautiful thing. Never have to burn my retinas looking at his cerebral diarrhea ever again, and I’m happier than a pig in shit.


The Green Grass of SILVER BROWN

Those Little Extras In E-Commerce Packages

I’m currently in the midst of editing a Frankenstein of a passage in SILVER BROWN, stitched together from bits and pieces of chapters from previous drafts. Centered around a Big Reveal. One reminiscent of Neo learning the true nature of the Matrix, with respect to what kind of reaction it provoked in the protagonist. I’m personally not banking on the audience having a similar reaction. Never set out to make this book The Exorcist


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…which by the way is one of the all-time classics. If you haven’t seen this film, then you just don’t know culture.

While writing and rewriting high profundities in two different languages (English and JavaScript), I obtain at least half my needs from this here Internet thingy. At least. In the weeks that have passed since all these lockdowns started, some e-retailers have taken to throwing some much-needed extra love in their packages in the form of free merch. Like this particular publication I received with my usual shipment. A retelling of the first Harry Potter novel in comic book form, with an interesting new angle to it in which Lord Voldemort is reimagined as a police officer…


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The Soundtrack of SILVER BROWN

The Piper at the Gates of Love

I was going to go with a heavy metal musical theme for Valentine’s Day, like I did for Christmas. Alas, all attempts on my part to unearth a fist-pumpingly kickass metal cover of anything that could be considered a love song in any conventional sense have thus far proven fruitless. Unless Queensrÿche is your idea of kickass. They were in their own way; they had that metal-tinged Pink Floyd vibe going on. But a level of kickassitude more in the ballpark of Rammstein is closer to what I had in mind. No one’s ever thought to give one of Céline Dion’s signature numbers the Neue Deutsche Härte treatment, from the looks of it. So while we’re waiting for German to become the new language of love (“Wie liebe ich dich? Lass mich die Wege zählen…”), here’s a guy playing a bagpipe made out of a (hopefully used) condom.