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AKA Damon Arvid. Under-the-radar writer, musician. Let's keep it that way. The cloud novels and other highlights are being collected at DamonArvid.com. To access all the music and Avocado Sun, click the big black box below.

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Gonna Try

2/21/2022

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Gonna visit old haunts, I said. Well, a lot has changed. While I was off chasing sun Old Flame, a public installation of patina’d mine tailings that celebrate the four elements was turned into a goalpost. The town will never be the same. The plan now is either toward unattainable goals or ones that must be made unattainable, for sustainability’s sake.


And yet a lot is the same. The old clapboard creaks as the high desert wind whistles through it in winter. People go on walks by the river, the mountains display surprising verdure, thanks to above-average snow. 


On the other side of the globe, a beatific bat hangs out in a fissure of the vent above Blue Mountain. It’s a newly formed island that is also a mountain. He has a nice office, trade-wind facing, and has done his work quite well—teaching us to learn and communicate locally, against (or with) the prevailing winds. He is currently involved in an interspecies communication project with his buddy, wolverine. Or, as they say, on vacation.


Blue Mountain is no ordinary mountain-island. Beyond giving bats mutative nutrition, which affects the potency of the guano, its plumes shape-shift into whatever form is necessary for survival. In this case, multiple Batmen have formed through plume magic and guard the sideline, waiting to see which way the ball punted over the goalpost will travel. A lot of them have been hitting the uprights this year, it’s unpredictable. 


But I think the Batmen are doing their work capably. Protecting our only real endowment—the ecosystems to which we adapted over millennia. And that newly painted goalpost? It will also begin to rust and bleed color once the rah-rah faction departs. Wind up as patina, the natural state of high desert.

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While I was off chasing sun.
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Old Flame, a public installation of patina’d mine tailings, was turned into a goalpost.
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And yet a lot is the same. People go on walks by the river.
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A beatific bat hangs out in a fissure of the vent above Blue Mountain.
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With his buddy, wolverine. Or, as they say, on vacation. (Background: sea turtle and second Batman).
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Action Scene 101

11/9/2020

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Someone asked what the very first draft of my writing looks like. Glad you ask. Not yet sure if the scene is set in an alleyway, motorboat, empty room, or third stone from sun. Whether it involves guns, karma, or poison. Not sure it matters.
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A Beautiful Map of the Blues

11/1/2020

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The big bad book is finished. Oh there may be errors and emendations... with 180,000 words (750 pages) in play, there will never not be a missing ellipse or misturned font somewhere or another. But to me, le tome est finis. And yeah, after creation comes the letdown. I've got a beautiful case of the blues.

Resigned to twiddling my thumbs for a month or three, until the over stabled, off-and-on (yet always respected) agent arrives at the thriller opus, I took it upon myself to create a couple maps to guide the intrepid reader along... to go with the A Beautiful Case of the Blues (ABCOB) artwork tattoo artist 2Peng and I created during stormswept Boracay closure (pandemic training wheels?) way back in 2018. 

Being somewhat over-exuberantly enthused about the text––taking inspiration from the lengthy serialists of yore, from Tolstoy to Dickens––I recently submitted the book to the online magazine Narrative, which has a prominent place for serialized longform fiction. They require such a thing, so a short summary of ABCOB was created, to wi
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"A throwback, a way forward. This book, 15 years in the making, draws together two distinct plot lines that converge around seemingly unrelated events––a love hotel murder and the kidnapping of an English teacher in Japan. Set vividly in 2007, at the cusp of the iPhone era, the multifaceted plot brings an aging detective on the verge of retirement together with a detective who is just starting on the force and facing brisk institutional headwinds. 

Add to this brew a high class Latvian hostess, an American English teacher, a biochemistry researcher, the band Modal Pilaf, Bar Same Same, Club Peach, and a dozen vividly recurring characters. Set them on a Roppongi-centered course that combines elements of LeCarre, Chandler, Hammett, Doyle, Christie, Nesbo, Steinbeck, Tolstoy, and Kerouac. Give them wings to fly toward an ending that threatens the spread of a viral infection that could cause war between Japan and North Korea. Is it too vague? Purposefully so. The plot is logical, forwardly propulsive, relevant to our times, and includes enough breadcrumbs for amateur sleuths to get a kick out of trying to solve."

Whatever the merits of the summary and the book, it beats trying to ascertain whether someone is a Trump or Biden supporter, based on the contents of their refrigerator. It also helps fend off any sense of nerve-rattling loss of self control  in these sanity-shredding moments before some kind of politiwhirl sea change.
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To read further of A Beautiful Case of the Blues and its genesis, visit this article, in which "an upcoming novel set in Japan is announced and explained." Next up, The Annotated ABCOB." First tackled will be title provenance and whether A Beautiful Case of the Blues qualifies as an original turn of phrase.
 
​If you listen closely to this fabric composition, you can hear where I came up with the phrase “a beautiful case of the blues” ad-lib in the studio, way back in 2018. A title that stuck in my head until it took over the manuscript formerly known as Arisugawa Park.
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A Beautiful Case of the Blues

8/5/2020

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In which an upcoming novel set in Japan is announced and explained. Presented here the author’s note for a manuscript I am currently readying for (re)submission to agent and either trad. or self publishing.
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A Beautiful Case of the Blues (ABCOB) has been ongoing, whether on high blast or extremely low heat, since 2005. The cultural landscape has changed quite a bit during that time. For that reason, a few notes seem in order. 
    I began the novel while residing in a Tokyo “gaijin house” much like the one described in ABCOB. This followed on the heels of four years teaching in suburban Chiba, where action also takes place. Starting off under the provisional title “The Bomb” and then “The Disappearance of Darren Loewe” and then “Testcut,” the book morphed into recognizable shape as “Arisugawa Park” when I moved back to the States.
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From the start, I was after well developed characters whose stories would be fleshed out in ways that extended beyond the main plot. A specific impetus was Japanese film sensibilities, as well as popular series of the time such as 24 and the Dan Brown thrillers. While enjoying the premises of the latter, I thought there was something really formulaic and lacking––fast food narratives without a real payoff. So I aimed for depth, while staying within a genre that I have always enjoyed when it gets to the Le Carre level.
    The international thriller angle took shape through the experience of earning an MA at the Monterey Institute of International Studies and completing an internship in Washington DC with the International Trade Commission. I learned enough about how superstructure systems work to write realistically about them. I left that milieu just in the nick of time, preventing a stilted and quant-heavy style of writing from infecting my fiction. Still, I had years of unlearning to do.
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In terms of character development, I have made every effort to create characters who, while conforming to certain aspects of suspense and mystery genre conventions, are uniquely their own. One alone, or several in tandem, could hold up a sequel.
    I have also worked to make each scene relevant within a complex, linearly unfolding, narrative that contains several puzzle elements. I rarely find a thriller or whodunnit these days that does not disappoint in the confusing, tacked-on explanations of what occurred at the end.
Because the thrust of ABCOB is not explicitly whodunnit, the pieces may fit together in a way that the reader is not expecting and thus have a more powerful cumulative effect at denouement.
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While major elements of ABCOB are completely fictitious (there is no TMAT), my hope is that the reader has a sense that every element of the narrative could have unfolded in the way that it did. As far as the setting goes, I am seeking to create a vivid sense of place that those who have visited or lived in Japan will readily recognize. I want the reader to leave understanding the social and geopolitical complexities of the region a little better. 
    The narrative is set in 2007, which reflects the era in which the bulk of the first half was initially written. One thing that has surprised me in going back and revising the manuscript, about six years after it was last passed on by publishers, and 15 years after its inception, is how relevant many of the themes are to recent geopolitical developments.
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While I was initially thinking of updating the action to 2020, I came to the conclusion that there is value in exploring that brief moment in time, just before the advent of the iPhone, when smart devices existed but had not warped our ability to process information. When you could not simply deep fake everything to death or use drones and cameras to recognize everyone everywhere. When social media and the need for 140-character solutions had not yet carved out major real estate in the public dialogue. Before pop consciousness was completely invaded by beats.
    That said, the novel, as written, could not exist in any year but 2020. Stylistically, the passively structured, Japanese-influenced elements of the original manuscript have been combined with a contemporary, active, punctuated prose. (Thanks social media!) This may lend the work a multi-layered originality that I am proud to call my own.
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I have also changed, but not completely altered, the nature of the main threat in the narrative from botulin toxin to reflect a heightened public awareness of biologics, coronavirus, and pandemic. This is a learning opportunity for me as well––why write if not to gain new insights?
    One other aspect of ABCOB is important to me. Throughout the narrative, I am seeking to avoid the often gratuitous elements of violence and predation that we find in many contemporary narratives––even those that nominally stand against such actions. I am more interested in subtle, naturally unfolding, interplays between characters and events. That said, this book is no cozy––there are gritty elements at play and I beg the forbearance of the sensitive reader in certain sections.
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With cultural appropriation a byword in today’s public-facing landscape, I can only say that I taught English in Japan for five years and many of the impressions presented are those which the country left on me. Characters in the book are of both sexes and of a variety of ages and ethnicities. Of course, being human, I am only one person. We have committees and AI algorithms of the future to write fluent, well-crafted books that encompass a totality and do not in any way engage or offend.
If you listen closely to this fabric composition, you can hear where I came up with the phrase "a beautiful case of the blues" ad-lib in the studio, way back in 2018. A title that stuck in my head until it took over the manuscript formerly known as Arisugawa Park.
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Avocado Sun (Side D) - Swim Out - Soul Diver

5/21/2020

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This side of fabric is served up strictly for the those who have a love/hate relation with beach towns. It’s an ode to the kind of place that can be a source of incredible creation and heartless destruction. Recognizable or not, influences include 60s garage rock, Ike and Tina Turner, Sublime, Pixies, Jimi, Santa Cruz, and a 77 Nation fabric…. 


Swim Out came about around 2016 over a three chord jam with flute at the old Lokal bar in Bulabog. I confess I forget the guy on acoustic’s name, he worked at back beach. A couple years passed and I realized this was one of the songs that stayed with me, so we recorded it in May, 2019, with Ian Joseph and Sharif Haddadin at Strawberry Jams. 


This was several months after a season of seclusion with storm, waves, and destruction during Boracay closure. It was directly after a couple months chasing waves and no longer daring to venture in the deep in Bocas del Toro, Panama.


I think it was both of these capable musicians’ first times to hear the song. Soul Diver was something that came to me in Vancouver in late 2018, waiting for the rains… it’s got a Bob Marley influence, though I’m not sure anyone would pick up on that.


The gravy is Maria’s first-take backing vocals, Novel’s keyboard, and the bass and 1960 Gibson lines I added at Room Eleven in Cebu, April, 2020.


The end result I hope is something that takes listeners to a watery place.
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Avocado Sun (Side C) I Walk the Beach - Up From the Bottom

4/28/2020

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This side of Avocado Sun is served up strictly for those who enjoy 1970s dub reggae, say Lee "Scratch" Perry or Augustus Pablo. 

Organic roots, the twist being no drum machines, just jamming with Jahpoy at the helm (on chopsticks, I think it was),  Nils on drums and me on bongos. Add some foundational Kaloy del Puerto bass on the second song “Up From Bottom" and some spicy Novel Ruiz keyboard licks and the brew is complete. Oh yes and an exuberant singer I stumbled across, Maria, on vocals. 

I Walk the Beach
Up From the Bottom
Medication, Meditation
Under Surveillance
Kaloy + Nils' Ball of Wax

The original tracks were recorded in September, 2018, at Strawberry Jams. This came just after experiencing five months of Boracay closure. Basically a me, myself, and I story (see the Chasing Sun video)  that proved a pretty good dress rehearsal for epic pandemic.. Imagine you are walking the length of an empty, stormy beach that has been stripped of people. Every day… 


In April, 2020, I added some guitar ('60 Gibson, hello) and bass, plus Maria's vocals and Novel's keys at Room Eleven in Cebu. This century's 4:20 dub delivered at a time (silver linings syndrome) when it is truly necessary for the ecosystem to refresh. 


As much as this is a true tragedy, meltdown expected, the earth has gained a little healing time while we figure out how to reset the system away from fossil fuels, overwhelming pollution, and speculative habitat destruction. Let’s make Earth Day our birthday (see Don’t You Leave Me, Wonder Woman).


As with the other Avocado Sun sides, served up with toast, the polished initial track peters out into the rough stuff. Bear with it. The fly-on-the-wall outtakes are always the most interesting,  wise man say.

For fabric sleuths, I leave it to you to find the song in this earlier playlist that relates to the composition at hand:
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Don't You Leave Me (Wonder Woman) + Uptown - AVOCADO SUN (SIDE B)

4/19/2020

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Don't You Leave Me (Wonder Woman) was created impromptu at the midnight tail of a marathon September, 2018, Strawberry Jams session in Quezon City that generated the Avocado Sun side "All Fall Down.” 


It was the first session I can remember where everything came together and we were were truly in a flow where everyone was firing on all cylinders.


Herding cats, the usual experience when working with musicians who are asked to extend beyond the norm, gave way to each musician actively working to come up with interesting sounds on the spot. I think it had to do with Ian and Nils having been with me on two previous sessions in close succession, working with musicians who didn’t quite get it.


My work in arranging sessions often about being a disruptor, to generate something new. But this time the other musicians were ahead of the curve. It was also a moment of flux, personally and politically.


One session member was facing his own personal identity crisis, which only became clear afterward. I had personally spent five months on Boracay during closure, which was a pretty good dress rehearsal for a pandemic lockdown. Minus the unifying health mission of fighting a disease. 


As for the music? With Ian Joseph leading the charge on guitar and Nils Sens on drums,  songs go from solidly executed to pretty rough in a matter of minutes. That is the nature of ad lib material and what some would see as a detriment I see as a strength. 


I don’t get bored listening to Dylan, Marley, Hendrix, or a number of jazz musicians 50 years later because of that off-the-cuff, lightning in a bottle quality. If you get the zeitgeist right, a lot of technical failings are forgiven. Wonder Woman has a lot of soul and something of early Motown at its roots, if I was to categorize.


Most important to me, the lyrics are extemporaneous, part of the fabric concept when the vibe is right. Some would say anyone can do that. But I don’t understand myself how I came up with a narrative on the spot that has a beginning and an end, within what seems to me very good musical construct. 


All I can say is that when you immerse in something in the moment, and the other musicians choose to join you, there is often the possibility of magic occurring. 


There was one set piece of lyric I worked with within the first song:


Medications, meditations
the improvise of all nations.
Meditations, don't need no medications
sun salutations and all that jazz.
Ball of wax we live on,
ball of wax we given,
and if we give a heart attack
to the earth it's not forgiven.


That’s it. 


The Uptown song takes a kernel from Jim Morrison and probably transforms it into something original enough to be considered new. Considering that’s how the Lizard King transmuted the blues on the original, and the noncommercial nature of fabric, I’ll claim authorship. Those who want to debate can listen to The Changeling, or better yet the Aquarius rehearsals, and decide for themselves.
As part of a quick return to the studio (at Room Eleven in Cebu) in March, 2020, before COVID-19 lockdown, I added bass and guitar parts, as well as a couple first take backing vocals from a local amateur singer. 


Working with a 1960 Gibson the studio was particularly revelatory and if you hear that old blues guitar sound in the tracks, that’s what holding a piece of history in your hands does.


Incidentally, a rough, no-dub version of Don’t You Leave Me and Uptown are already up on YouTube. The initial sections of the All Fall Down sessions are currently being reimagined and will be released in a month or two as an Avocado Sun side, on toast.
With this side, I recommend starting with Avocado Sun (Side A) Coronavirus Admire Us. The music flows in a concept direction, keeping in mind that its a 45 minute investment in fabric sounds.
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Points of Contact (Destruct and Transmit)

4/11/2020

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The nearness of nature to us all, despite the distance we try to put.
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The planting of human superstructure in virgin soil with not one moment of consideration of the underlying ecosystem that has nurtured humans over a millennium. You cannot sterile nature out. When animal hosts for viruses and creepy crawlies at microbial levels disappear, when the easy routes to propagation disappear through ecosystem loss or mass slaughter, they will find a way to survive. Attach to a new host, say the dominant large mammal on the planet.


Wreak havoc with populations, civilizations, until a new stasis is found. That is the imperative of whatever balance has to sort itself out. Until antiquated things like centers do not hold and whole new planets must be found to infect. 


Corpus habitus, de puncta contactus.


I was in Guimaras a few years back, on the isolated side. Walking the beach, very few signs of civilization in sight, a few fishing boats and huts. A couple resorts of the rustic variety and beach homes created by those with the wheels and means. Examining the exposed rocks volcanic rocks at low tide, full of intricate jags and edges, I noticed the imprints of mussels. Every single mussel had been pried off available rocks. There was not one mussel left and this was far from a city. Nature’s larder stripped bare is one sign that a symbiotic relationship has been lost. It is a short step from constant need and hunger to cities that grow seemingly without plan, ecosystems lost in a blip.


I can only imagine remote caves in the mountains where people find communities of bats to disrupt and destroy as more money percolates to the hands of those who can afford exotics for their supposed health benefits. What was reserved for truly dire situations, a relative with a serious illness, becomes a daily preventative. Bats in the soup… a relic of Great Leap Forward privations, now a symbol of status in the daily hot pot diner of life. 
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Cebu, Philippines 3/15/20
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I believe that Covid 19 is a wake up call that we cannot build a shared global order on the tenets of unsustainable exploitation of resources and a trade carrot that will lead to exponentially greater resource stresses  (biodiversity depletion, carbon footprint, yada yada). A pause to look around and consider whether the system of incentives built into the current system is the right one.
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Coronavirus Admire Us - We Two

3/31/2020

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A couple weeks after the recording session, a premier of the first installment of the interrupted, yet unexpurgated, fabric - Avocado Sun sessions. An album three years in the making--relevant enough to our socially distanced hiatus from biz as usual that, unlike Lady Gaga, it will not be withheld.

Coronavirus Admire Us -

Recorded in a single hour, one layer on top off another (think looping, but in a studio, one track at a time) Coronavirus Admire Us combines my work on wood flute, percussion, '60 Gibson, and bass, with keyboard maestro and medical frontliner Novel Ruiz' wizardry on a Roland (you can find his work on earlier fabric songs such as Something Ain't Right) The song runs east to west, and back again, and explores threads of transmission, failure, hope, breath, and denial.​ If anyone thinks the the title is flippant, it's more an homage to the old Thelonious Monk song titles. Plus, think about the meaning... a virus is not a foreign object, it is a mirror.

We Too -

Knowing that  studio Room Eleven was closing up shop for quarantine, I wanted to get at least a rough version of this little tune that had been running in my head the last six months down. The result is a very first take We Too, in which Novel Ruiz capably takes three unique patterns and stitches them together. Although I hope to rerecord this proper, it is always interesting to have that fly-on-the-wall glimpse at the original process of creation.


There are five other "sides" of Avocado Sun to be served up on a nice piece of burnt toast over the next couple months, as bandwidth allows. They basically follow the same pattern of starting with a fairly well worked out song and ending with an interesting original  WIP that could use some more progress. 

Incidentally, the recording method used for Coronavirus Admire Us is similar to the first ever fabric studio composition, way back in 2015, when (fresh from Malasimbo epiphany) I played a few flutes at Alchemy, testing out the mikes, and created Lost Upward - the first track on Chasing Sun. After my mother commented that the song was too dense, I went back and brought sounds in and out and had my first crash course in arranging. Now that approach is pretty much second nature. For example CAU involved one hour in the studio and about 12 of arranging and EQ work on LogicPro.

Listening back to Chasing Sun (below) I think what wonderful times, before the dark clouds of fake news and proto-fascism came snaking around and enchained us to our differences.
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Fabric, Circa 2017

1/17/2020

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Rusted out license plate meet jaw harp from the mountains of Mindanao. Weathered metal meet weathered wood. Make a sound. A death rattle or maybe the only kind of life that can persist in scarce times.
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The face blacked out. The coconut cap on the honky tonk piano. Music without much ego intruding. Could  it be you?
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100 years. Still locked in an embrace with magic/faulty logic. Still can't finish this book.
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Taintradio meet Fabric. Appreciating the sheer diversity of jazz, I could never get behind the mask. There is no mask with real music. Only instinct not to piggyback on the livelihood and territory of others.
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Boracay closuredriftwood meet Vancouver candy skulls. Melting from from mere exposure to air, cold Pacific blast. 
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