Beep Beep Awooga is the forthcoming solo album from Yours Truly, and it’s going to be a lot of fun. Those of you who are fans of Marsh Davis will
hear many of the same styles, since I co-wrote those songs, but this will
be all-new material. Songs confirmed for the album are so far: Space Monkey (about, well, a space monkey), Heidi Weather (about a girl who thinks
that thunderstorms make earthquakes), and Ila (about a girl who learns how
to be single again).

The cover art comes from Christine Berger of www.christabean.com. I love that little car and driver. I knew I wanted that to be my cover art as soon as I laid eyes on it, and luckily Christine let me useit. Woop!

Look for it to be finished sometime around Christmas 2003. I’m very excited
about this project.

Stay tuned here for more info!

The contemplative gentleman at right is thinking about how much he’d like to
know about my serial novel project, and he is in luck, because I’m about to
divulge.

I wrote a few little fictional stories back in the summer of ’02 that I thought
would make a good book, but I mostly let them sit around for a long time
because books are really long and I have the attention span of a cracked-out
gnat. The answer I came up with was a serial novel. I got the idea from
Stephen King’s book The Green Mile, which he released in segments over the
course of a year or so. I really like the idea, so I decided I would do one
myself.

Mr. King’s novel is about death row inmates, and mine is about aliens, so you
can see that the similarity ends with the format.

The story is about a race of aliens from planet Furp who have taken our earth
music as prophetic and molded their lives around it, going so far as to
name themselves after the musicians thereof. Their planet is threatened by
an ancient evil genius who constructs a robot army out of marital aids known
as The Dildo Army. The Furpians travel to Earth to find a hero to save them
from the evil and restore their peaceful existance.

Here is Mister Sample One:

“Okay, you heaping lot of pocket-licking nipple slappers, all of you just shut your fucking word spouts, would you?” Mr Fing bellowed.

And Mister Sample Two:

“He and Feith and their clipboards were gathered on an observation platform about a fourth of the way up the dizzying height of the Fuckface V, which was known conversationally as simply .the Fuckface.. Fuckfaces I through IV had all been lost in tragic landing accidents as the Furpian engineering and aeronautics people had worked out the numbers. Thankfully, no one had been hurt, but eventually it was decided that driving into the ground like a fucking dart at ridiculous rates of speed was not the best landing procedure. As such, the newest technology allowed the ship to more gracefully slow itself using retro-rockets and fall out of the air like a fat ballerina. ”

The book is now complete, and out, and ready for shipping. Copies are going fast, so get yours today! Just click the link below and you will be whisked magically to a page that will eat your money and poop a book from me!

Thank you!