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Siren’s Lament intro

opium tales dragon forever is a very long time. You’ve heard that cliché many times. Yet, can you think of a single example of how it could be used in reality?

You see, you people get stories wrong all the time. Especially when they’re really, really old.

Like Parthenope for instance. You know this story. Parthenope, the beautiful Siren, fails to lure Odysseus to his death so she casts herself into the sea and drowns. And when her body’s washed up, they bury it.

Yeah, right! Like that really happened.

For one, Parthenope never failed to entice anyone. That was one of her less powerful sisters.

And for another, Parthenope can’t die. She’s like forever. Really, really old. Never aging. The Gods, well, they just move her around.

So yes, another Siren failed to lure Odysseus and got all bummed out and killed herself. I guess Sirens aren’t used to failing. Must be nice to have that kind of track record. Even the best of the best lose a lot of times.

I’m sure you can think of people more than I can. I’m tired and old, and kind of forget mortal names. The Gods? Yeah. I can name all of them. Their kids? Most of them. Their affairs? Yeah, I remember most of them.

Hell, I myself have banged a few Goddesses in my times. Goddesses love us dragons. We’re not quite on their levels, but I’m sure we’re way more exciting than you mortals. You all are boring and predictable. Plus, you die really soon.

What’s old to you in your 21st century? 70? 80? My Gods. I’ve taken naps longer than some of you losers have lived.

Stupid mortals. You’re all a bunch of fools. All, except a few of you.

Some of you I respect. Like Beethoven for instance. He wrote some good tunes. And Paganini. He could really play the violin. Not as well as I can. But still, I got to respect a man who played the violin so much that a Goddess pretended to be a mortal woman and mated with him.

Yes, there’s a little Paganini going around that’s going to live long enough to see you people colonizing the moon. Of course I’ll still be around. Most of you won’t. But I’ll still be around. (I’ve been to the moon before. You’ll have to bring a lot because there’s not much there).

And Genghis Khan. He was neat. Some of you reading this are his offspring. Of course, you pale by comparison. But you have his blood.

Now, what was I talking about again? Oh, yes. Parthenope. Beautiful, beautiful Siren.

Oh how I wanted to mate with her. Never did have the opportunity. Not like she’d say no or anything. I just haven’t gotten around to it.

And yes, in case you’re wondering, I can take your form. I do it all the time. I kind of like pretending to be you because of all the mortal creatures, you and whales are by far the most fun to pretend to be.

But back to Parthenope. A mortal broke her heart once. Now, as much as I don’t respect most of you, this guy, I respected. He was one of those “once in a century” guys. Like Genghis Khan.

Part II of Siren’s Lament is here

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Humpty Dumpty introduction

It’s funny. I wrote my pilot episode for a TV program we were going to self-produce all the way back in 2006. Things happened and we never got the funding. I didn’t want to sell it because I wanted to retain control.

Plus, a lot of people don’t realize this – TV writers don’t make shit! At the time, they made a whopping $5000 an episode. The actors make significantly more and the ones who really make out big time? The producers. Thus, I’m co-producer or nothing. I’m not selling.

So I have yet another idea. I’m not going to exactly write the pilot episode as a book. It’s already written as a television script.

However, I’m still going to write parts of it as a short story with a few modifications. So when the television pilot actually comes out, expect a few changes. I’m always changing my songs/concepts anyways before they actually get published.

I want the short story and the TV script to be similar entities, but not exactly the same. Make sense? Well, probably not.

Don’t worry. It will all make sense. Give it a read as I’ll write it to flow.

Not tonight though. I’m on my way to a wedding. I’ll get back Sunday night and will at least finish Part I then.

And if you’re wondering – Humpty Dumpty the nursery rhyme? Why would anyone write a TV script to that?

I’ll tell you why. Because I’m a pretty fucking good writer and I’ll prove it shortly. You’re going to want to read this!

Opium Tales - Humpty Dumpty
Opium Tales – Humpty Dumpty

Begin reading Humpty Dumpty

(Image taken from John Tenniel’s drawings)

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Siren’s Song background

It was the Summer of 2012. I had just been laid off from a pretty well-paying job at a startup company. I was pretty much the entire department.

When we lost our biggest client, I knew I’d get hit. So, I already prepared for the layoff.

I had plenty of cash at the time. Instead of looking immediately for work, I decided to spend the entire Summer learning orchestration.  My Metal band was going nowhere. At the time, we were a Progressive Metal band that sounded just like every other Progressive Metal band. Real awesome musicians, vocal lines secondary.

The drummer had already left, but we stayed on good terms. He said that we needed to do something completely different. I think he got bored with musical masturbation. To be honest, I was getting bored as well.

One day, my wife brought home BBC’s Eroica from the local library. It was BBC’s interpretation of the events which started Romanticism. I almost didn’t see it because the due date came up and I never got around to watching it. My wife extended it from the library, so I finally got around to putting it on.

That one video changed my life. I realized then and there that I needed to take the band in a completely different direction. I changed the band into a Symphonic Metal band and never looked back.  (That band broke up in 2017).

The birth of Siren’s Song

Siren’s Song Suite were my very first pieces of orchestration. By my standards of today, they’re mediocre and I’m working on re-orchestrating the entire suite. However, I have the song Siren’s Song itself written for band + string quartet. I fixed that song earlier this year.

In the middle of orchestrating for the Suite, I learned that my mother had cancer and the doctors discovered it too late to save her. I immediately got on a plane and flew to Texas.

So, I decided on the flight, I’d dedicate the entire Suite to her. That Summer, I finished the entire Suite. However, we still had to record it.

She died before we finished the recording. My mother never heard the Suite.

So I’m sitting here with four songs that pretty much mean something only to me. I decided to break up the Suite and re-orchestrate it and put it together another day. For now, Siren’s Song goes on our upcoming album. You’ll get to hear it next year, and I can guarantee you that you’ve never heard anything like it.

There’s a short story that goes with it

I decided this morning to get back into fiction writing. I write short stories. The people who’ve read my short stories like them as they flow very well.

The stories themselves are weird, and always deal in the fantastic or the metaphysical realm. If I had to label them, I’d call them Fantasy. But not regular fantasy as they’re all on Earth. They just generally deal with the myths and legends of Western culture.

Like the Siren for instance. If you’ve read Greek mythology, you already know about Sirens.

This is the video we’ll be shooting in the Caribbean in 2019 and also Italy and/or Croatia next year. I already hired the scuba team, and the main actress.

I just have to write the story. It’s been in my head for a very long time.

Of course, I’ll dedicate the story to the memory of my mother. She was a highly intelligent woman with a fierce sense of independence and justice. For instance, she’d tell a doctor to fuck himself right in front of his face and walk out. The thing is, she was so highly good at what she did, she’d have a job in another hospital within a week.

Those of you who don’t work in hospitals don’t realize how there’s a pretty high percentage of doctors that are fucking assholes. Yes, some are wonderful, wonderful people. But others are self-centered and righteous assholes who think they’re better than everyone else and know everything about everything.

I of course don’t know this first hand. I’ve never worked in a hospital. But I’ve heard all the stories from my mother. She never held back. And she never lied.

Original fiction is on its way

So keep your eyes open my friends. I’ll start on Siren’s Song, the short story next week. And I’ll eventually publish it in eBook form with plenty of pictures. Of course, 2020 would be the launch date. I’ll call the eBook something like Siren’s Song and other short stories.

I take my photography seriously too, not just my music and my writing. It will be beautiful. Well worth purchasing. I can guarantee you that.

If there’s a market for it, I’ll make a hardcover book as well. But for now, I’d rather focus on the eBook.

You’ll be able to find most of it on this site. However, it’s always nice to have everything together in one place. Also, it will contain a lot of unpublished photography.

Begin reading Part I of Siren’s Song by clicking here.