Fungasm Friday

I believe I mentioned last week how incredibly adorable Miss Laura Lee Bahr is and this week I would like talk a little more about that. Not only is she a sweet and kind human, Laura is also extremely talented. Her new movie Boned starring Angela Landes, Bai Ling and some super cool goth kids. I was super lucky to be able to see this movie in the theater during it’s limited release and it’s really good. Funny and entertaining while being pleasantly unpredictable. And now us peoples here at Fungasm Press are happy to announce you can now Rent or Buy here:

https://itun.es/us/hTAcbb

“In the film, Landis plays a struggling actress named Samantha Marlow who walks dogs to pay the bills. After accidentally denting the door on an attractive doctor’s SUV, she is swept into a plot full of violent dog-nappers, gothic bondage cultists and starving actors who are in denial,” -Nathan Carson, Willamete Week

Thanks Nathan Carson for the write up in Willamette Week!!

http://www.wweek.com/2015/12/29/the-mission-gets-boned/

“Described to be in the surrealist Hollyweird style of John Waters and David Lynch”

BONED is featured in a Deadline article!!! http://deadline.com/…/bai-ling-boned-gravitas-ventures-kir…/

Ladies and Gentlemen, I can’t think of a better way for you to spend your evening than curled up watching this movie with a glass of wine or three.

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Fungasm Friday!

Friday April 8th

Happy Fungasm Friday!

The past week was very productive for us here at Fungasm Press and I wanted to take a minute to share a little from our booze and slurpee fueled adventures.

Between AWP and the horror convention Days of the Dead LA in Burbank, the state of California got a lot weirder last weekend. More than 20 writers of Bizarro fiction were in Los Angeles last weekend and thanks to a mass signing at Dark Delicacies on Sunday I got to hang around smoking cigarettes and bullshitting with Cody Goodfellow and Michael Kazepis. (you should try it some time, very informative)

Autumn wrote a really nice post that wraps up the weekend pretty perfectly.

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10209308717138646&id=1344292368&__mref=message_bubble

But enough about the past.

Laura Lee Bahr has a book release party coming up on the 29th of April for her new book Long-Form Religious Porn. For those of you who don’t know, Laura is one of the sweetest humans to ever walk on the face of this earth.  Living in Portland is usually great. But in this situation it stinks because I won’t be able to attend this event. But YOU should totally be there.

https://www.facebook.com/events/1714469732132228/?__mref=message_bubble

 

And LAST but most definitely not least…Mr. John Skipp and his famous bongos will be performing tonight in accompaniment with the one and only Slow Poisoner, Mr. Andrew Goldfarb TONIGHT!!!!!!!

https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=10154113711644233&id=535559232&__mref=message_bubble

Until next week ladies and gentlemen, Cheers!  Lisa LeStrange & Fungasm Press

#fungasmfriday #bizarropress #fungasmpress #smallpress #bizarro

ROSE O’KEEFE’S “12 REASONS I LOVE BEING A BOOK PUBLISHER”

I wanted to talk today about the value of creative joy in your life: finding something you love to do, or be, or simply have around you as much as possible. And then I went, “Shit! Rose wrote one of those a month ago, and I don’t think I can top it!”

So here’s a beautiful message from Rose O’Keefe, CEO of Eraserhead Press, the flagship of the Bizarro armada wreaking jolly havoc on the cultural coastline of your choice. Fungasm is an imprint of Eraserhead, as are Jeff Burk’s Deadite and Cameron Pierce’s Lazy Fascist; and the creative community spinning out from that hub is the warmest and wildest I’ve ever known. TAKE IT AWAY, ROSE!!!

12 Reasons I Love Being a Book Publisher

THE ART OF THE BOOK TRAILER, FUNGASM-STYLE!!!

In a culture so bombarded and oversaturated with media that drowning in it is a full-time hazard, the only way for a plucky little small press publisher to get any attention is to BOMBARD IT SOME MORE!!! Only classy, ya know?

It is in that intrepid spirit that we present the first Fungasm Press book trailers. They’re designed to very quickly induce the suggestible viewer to go, “Oh, I wanna read THAT book!”

This morning, we released this mini-movie for Devora Gray’s HUMAN FURNITURE (AND THE QUEST FOR THE PERFECT WOMAN). In it, Scarlett (played by Devora herself) has a “Secret Spy session” in a swanky hotel with indie filmmaker Charles Pinion, who also edited the flick. I wrote, directed, scored, and performed the music with Marc Levinthal (who also engineered), Gavin Templeton on sax, and Laura Lee Bahr. It was a total blast to make, and captures the crazy-fun sense of danger and excitement you can get from having a fantasy fulfilled.

 

Just a few days earlier, Patrick McPheron directed this wonderful piece for Laura Lee Bahr’s LONG-FORM RELIGIOUS PORN. It’s a perfect way to distill the  wild, kaleidoscopic  threads (Hollywood, sex crimes, vampires, Jesus) of Laura’s book into one minute of mordant, witty, compelling eye candy.

Finally, on the DIY tip, comes this hilarious instructional video from Danger Slater. It’s not a book trailer, exactly, but it sure makes me happy! Danger stars, and I believe his loving accomplice Lisa LeStrange shot the whole thing on her phone. Which shows what you can do with a great idea, a little ingenuity, and objects found around the home!

 

We’ll be making more of these for every release, and adding extra cool video doodads along the way. JUST KEEPIN’ IT FUNGASMIC! And hope that you enjoy!

ON THE VIRTUE OF DEVOTION (AND WHAT FUNGASMS MEAN TO ME)

For me, the tone of this year was set by the death of David Bowie. Or more specifically, by the beyond-beautiful and inspiring way he played his imminent death, fought through not just fucking cancer but six heart attacks to create one last brilliant going-away present. Not just a gorgeous gift to all who loved him or should (which BLACKSTAR clearly is), but a lift-off platform for his soul as he said goodbye to both his meat and ours.

This is the artistic equivalent of a mother lifting a truck off her child. Such an act of love. An act of will.  And an act of purest self-expression, right down to the very end.

There are certain people who evidently came here to say something. Or, at the very least, strangely awoke here, containing secret information so deeply encoded within them that they could not — cannot — let it rest. It has to be wrestled with at some deep fucking level, whether it is fully understood or not.

And, from that deep insideness, has to come out somewhere.

It has to be expressed. WILL NOT GO UNEXPRESSED. At which point, they go, “I will devote the rest of my life to pursuing this.” And then devote themselves to the craft (or crafts, as is often the case) that best expresses that immensity for their experience.

Studying the masters (which is to say, their favorites). Figuring out their techniques. Trying to get inside their strategies. Figure out how and why the things that worked for them worked so well.

If it’s books, they follow the words. If it’s music, they follow the notes. If it’s movies, they follow the motion pictures. Painting. Dance. You name it, they dug in that hard. In search of that level of mastery itself. Pursuing it and pursuing it. Till they actually hit the mark, and nail it for all to see.

I’m always fascinated by people who burn that hard, with that much raw kindling inside them. They’re the ones that tend to stand out from the crowd for me, cuz I can see how fucking hard they care the second their shit hits me. Can see their unique vision. Can see all the work they put in, to get it there.

This does not mean I don’t appreciate the trillions of talented people who just want to entertain us by reminding us of what we already know, retelling the popular stories we already love in their own way. The best of them keep that shit alive and vibrant. Ain’t nothing wrong with that!

But from where I stand, the best of the best have always been those who saw a hole in the firmament that only they could fill. Had a vision as-yet-unexpressed. Knew that no one but them could ever say it, or shoot it, or draw or sing or dance it like that. And then devoted their lives to precisely that thing.

They’re the motherfuckers I’m looking for hardest.

David Bowie was a true art hero because he ceaselessly pursued a vision that dragged him all the way from birth to death, and quite possibly beyond. In the process, he rediscovered himself over and over, as the times and his own self-image changed radically around him. Sometimes utterly lost. Indeed, some of the best times utterly lost. You can listen to him grapple with his soul in almost every note he ever let loose upon us.

But it wasn’t just about his ceaseless soul-grapple. It was about his will to share it. To communicate. To resonate within that soul-grapple with everybody else’s struggle, joy, and pain.

And past that, yes, a will to entertain. To make even the bitterest pill something you were dying to swallow. Because it rocked. It crooned. It swerved, grooved, and swayed. It broke you down. Took you in its sweet caress. Kissed your lips. Stroked your breast. Blew your mind. Pulled back in a scream that you felt in your bones. Held you, even as the universe pulled apart. Contemplative. Intimate.

And periodically fucked you senseless.

That, my friends, is a Fungasm for me.

So if you were to ask me what I want out of 21st-century art-o-tainment, I think you just got my answer.

THANK YOU, DAVID BOWIE!!!

Now it’s all up to us to carry that gorgeous spirit forward. With that same level of devotion.

Which is to say: I think you’re gonna like these books.

Yer pal in the trenches,

Skipp

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WELCOME TO THE FUNGASM PARTY BLOG!!!

Dear friends and curious others —

HI! I’m Skipp, your humble host and curator. And this will be my blog for many moons to come. Odds are good that the rest of the Fungasm gang will pop by from time to time. IT’S A PARTY BLOG! Who knows what kinda shit might happen!

One thing I know is gonna happen: we’re gonna run lots of interviews. Not just with our writers, but with other creative people we think are exciting: writers, filmmakers, musicians, artists, publishers, you name it. Spreading the fungasms far and wide.

When cool, pertinent videos show up, we will run them, too. (We’re hoping for oodles of that.) There will be thoughtful think pieces on the burning issues of our time, or whatever happens to be on our minds. Gobs of pure Bizarro strangeness. And, I anticipate, loads o’ laffs!

Because we’re just opening up the site, some of the rooms aren’t quite complete. We want the Author pages to reflect the entirety of their work, not just their Fungasm stuff. Some have their own websites, where you can follow them more closely. All of them are on Facebook, and some have Twitter and more. You know the drill. None of us are that hard to find.

And we’ve barely even started to load in our Media page. But there’s gonna be a lot.

So the bottom line is: THANKS FOR STOPPING BY! We’re gonna try to keep shit lively — maybe even downright inspirational, from time to time — as our little way of reminding you that you are not alone in recognizing that life is fucking weird. And art is cool.

But relative sanity — and quality art, insofar as I can tell — comes largely from embracing the madness at hand. Learning to ride it, even though you know it can never be tamed.

There is much of value in this beautiful, crazy-ass world. And a shitload of terror that cannot be denied. Soul-snuffing horror. Atrocity beyond belief.

Here at Fungasm Press, we wanna push the limits. Dance outside the lines. Leave no psychic stone unturned on our way to making sense of the non-sensible. Feeling grounded in the boundless strange.

And tuning into each other, for clues and support and palpable connection. Because everybody needs all the help they can get.

And if there’s one thing everybody wants, it is to be heard, and understood.

We are each other’s lifelines. And they are gonna come in handy.

GREAT TO MEET YOU!

Yer pal in the trenches,

Skipp