LOST COASTER: YET MORE CROWMAG PICS

Saturday, April 20, 2013

YET MORE CROWMAG PICS

Three-quarters of CrowMag three weeks ago.
Jamming to FULL CIRCLE in Jon's basement...

Conor Ross on guitar. Bit of a virtuoso, really.

Jon Lindberg on bass. Jon heard me read from REDWOODLAND almost a year ago at an author event and a month later called me up saying how much he liked the book, and the reading, and how he had this band...a band with no name, and no lead singer...would I perhaps...be inter--YES, I said. Yes indeed. We shall be CrowMag, for it is our destiny. So I wrote WE WENT TO TOWN (ON A BIGFOOT WE FOUND)
Check it out. It's gonna be the intro music for my KMUD radio show, Twisted Lit.

And it goes like this:

https://soundcloud.com/stewart-kirby/original-we-went-to-town-on-a

After several months, we recorded it at KEOL Radio. Check out the difference in the studio version:

https://soundcloud.com/stewart-kirby/cro-mag-we-went-to-town-on-a

Jon Lindberg.
Aka The Grip
Aka Jon Boy

Couldn't get enough light on drummer Gerry Maze for a shot with my TracFone this time, as may be well believed by the authentic rustic quality seen here, but rest assured, he played the hell out of the drums.

Thanks to

KMUD GARBERVILLE
PEOPLE-POWERED RADIO
FROM THE SOHUM NATION,
CROW-MAG GOT A SONG ON THE RADIO!

Check out: https://soundcloud.com/stewart-kirby/cro-mag-i-wanna-be-your-dog

Keep on scrollin' for weird redwood stories,
plus movie reviews (I write for The Independent),
the free serialized e-pistolary novel LOST COASTER,
poems, pictures, more CrowMag songs, games and surprises!

Much obliged, folks!

--~

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Terry LaBarba's Review of DRIFTING ROOM

STORYTELLING THAT'S WILDLY POETIC

The story takes place in the small town of Madrani in the redwood forest. There were strange things going on that kept me engaged, the reason partly being due to the interesting narration and the main character’s voice. It reminded me of the descriptive ramblings of Arlo Guthrie doing "Alice’s Restaurant," only with higher octane.
It’s a casual read and then again it isn’t. The eventful but not overly complex story uses descriptive word groupings that, in itself, entertains. You will want to take your time and let the verbal constructs take hold. There were “caves of problematical intricacy,” and a trek through the forest mentioned trees with “boughs outstretched like gem-laden supplicants bearing offerings before the ancient giants.” Truly poetic.
When I read this mastery of words, I had to wonder if it easily flows to the author or does he take the time to labor over the most creative way to put together a concept or description? Stewart Kirby’s literary work comes across as play, seeming natural, yet brilliant. As far as being creative, the funny but creepy little twitching doll in this book is a good example. The names of the local businesses in this town were a hoot. There was also some twisted humor when one character builds the perfect, dirty sandwich (with not so nice intentions). It had me laughing out loud as the deed progressed.
The plot moved forward without a dull moment. I’m looking forward to the next book of “uncanny tales of the redwoods in the hugely Hippie haven of Humbaba County,” as Kirby calls them. I suspect it is just as campy, witty and fun as this one.