Domo ArigaDIE!!! Book Review by Douglas Hackle

The original “Clown Tear Junkie,” Mr. Douglas Hackle, recently reviewed my Rooster Republic Press release, Domo ArigaDIE!!!, saying, among other things:

“If the idea of reading beautifully crafted prose to experience B-movie, sci-fi, sexploitative, grindhouse camp appeals to you, don’t miss this one.”

I truly appreciate Hackle’s words, for given the more recent unpublished work I’ve been crafting, this may be my final “grindhouse” style release–and I’m glad it hits home. Of course, putting an end to the “grindhouse” side of things may change, but I think this book, in capturing my interpretation of Japan to such an extreme end, encapsulates the epitome of my quest to create compelling “literary trash.” Also, perhaps, I’ve said what needs saying in terms of “mondo” sensibilities. Yes, the new (unpublished) work is extreme in its own way, but it also pushes itself down paths that I had not dreamed possible. That said, I still fully believe in this book and its enjoyment for those among us who seek a kind of psychophysicality in their work. This book should deliver that.

Overall, though, thank you, Mr. Hackle, and thank you to anyone who has read Domo ArigaDIE!!!

Finally, check out this “Three Reads” entry I did with Hackle last year.

Danger Slater reviews DOMO ARIGADIE!!!

Danger Slater reviews DOMO ARIGADIE!!!

Author Danger Slater recently reviewed Domo ArigaDIE!!! He loved it so much he read it in one day and passed it on to a stranger on a train. Dear, stranger: I hope the book provides you with a pleasant reading experience. And, thanks Danger for the kind words.

An excerpt of Danger’s review is: “Domo ArigaDIE!!! is basically the goriest, silliest, most over-the-top grindhouse kung-fu splatter-gore movie NEVER made.” Let’s change that. Let’s make this happen.

You can read the entire review HERE.

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 30 (FINALE) – Video Curation: Jodorowsky and Zen (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 30 (FINALE) – Video Curation: Jodorowsky and Zen (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

This final DAY 30 of Domo AriagDIE!!!-infused content comes from the creative and spiritual master, Alejandro Jodorowsky. It is a short, but incredibly moving lecture on Zen, God, and the meaning of money. And it is more than this–it is a song.

Only in the last year have I come to truly appreciate and savor Jodorowsky’s work, though I kept a DVD box set of his films with me in Japan. I never watched his films at that time. They were too intense for me. But, it was (and remains) his work with Psychomagic that transformed my admiration for the man. Though I’ve only been studying Psychomagic for less than a year, the acts that I have tried and completed, to work with certain areas of my life, have been tremendous. And difficult. Moreover, the ways he works with the imagination, how he exercises the imagination within his Psychomagic acts, have been some of the most fruitful training I’ve underwent. He is truly a master.

So, I leave you with Jodorowsky. I leave you in capable hands, hands far more capable than my own hands. I have tried over these last thirty days to give you a glimpse into my experience of Japan and in the writing of my latest book, Domo ArigaDIE!!! I am not sure if it worked. I am not sure what you think of all this content as interpreted by one person with such limited experience. But I was glad to do it, felt that I had to do it. It has been more than just simple “promotion” for me. It has been an exercise in digging up a part of my life that transformed me into the person I am today and a part of my life that I may never relive again. I needed to leave this behind for you, even though it still doesn’t capture the extent of what Japan means to me.

Thank you for your attention. Thank you for reading one, some, or all of these posts. Thank you for reading my fiction. Thank you for helping me spread my fiction to new audiences. Thank you for any comments or feedback you have provided. Thank you for your positivity. Thank you for your criticisms.

Thank you.

In closing, I will pass on a phrase that was taught to me by another master, David K. Reynolds, at a coffee shop in Japan. I wish I were a better person back then and could have given Dr. Reynolds so much more, but I was too inside my head at that time. Maybe he knew that. I think he knew that. I am grateful for these words, though, and how they help me do what I need to do every single day that I am alive: “Hold to your purpose.”

Hold to your purpose.

Hold, reader, to your purpose.

And I’ll hold to mine.

Sayonara.

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 29 – Video Curation: Noh Performance (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 29 – Video Curation: Noh Performance (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

I couldn’t fall asleep until 2:30 a.m. last night and here I am, up at 5:00 a.m. Yeah, it’s gonna be one of those kinds of days, but there’s a lot to do, so much brewing. And as I was lying in bed last night, tossing and turning, I was hit with a dose of Noh. It went like this:

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I need another cup of coffee. Maybe five more cups.

And, hey, tomorrow’s the last day of these Domo ArigaDIE!!! curated blog post. Thanks for sticking with me.

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 28 – Video Curation: Brule on Sushi (Check it out!) (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 28 – Video Curation: Brule on Sushi (Check it out!) (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

What does madness taste like? It tastes like everything Dr. Steve Brule gets his hands on. He’s the wild-haired doctor of your most surreal nightmare, the bagboy with a crush, who crushes the case with finesse and comic ferocity. He can do no wrong. He’s on Channel 5, for your health.

Today’s video shows the good doctor making sushi. It’s a riot. And it’s perfect. And it’s horrifying. I think the masterminds behind Dr. Brule have perfected the art of creating truly unsettling yet satisfying and genuinely funny comedy. But it’s best to be an observer, because if any of us actually entered that Brule universe, we’d probably find ourselves pulling out our eyeballs or running for the hills in horror. He’s infectious, unpredictable and beyond reason.

So, enjoy. It’s a truly inspirational video for me in terms of comic sensibility and if you haven’t checked out the later seasons of Check it Out, they are some of the best (and creepiest) television I’ve ever seen. Like I said, they are utterly dark, but there’s laughter in the darkness, unnerving, middle-age men giggling, cut with static and bad music, awkward pauses that linger forever. It’s grainy there and you just might be checking behind your back before you go to bed, making sure no little Brule-ghosts crawled in through the heating vent, through the back door. Because they’re hungry. And curious.

In other words, this is an encounter with pure genius. Up for some sushi? I am. Some Domo ArigaDIE!!! sushi. On the house.

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 27 – Video Curation: Pika & Marhaug: Live (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

Domo ArigaDIE!!! – Day 27 – Video Curation: Pika & Marhaug: Live (#DomoArigaDIE!!!)

Today’s video is a live clip I found of Pika (from Afrirampo) and noise legend Lasse Marhaug collaborating on stage in Japan. I don’t think they did an album together, but if they did, please let me know. I would love to hear it, can’t stop listening to this clip.

I saw Marhaug perform with Jazkamer in Shibuya many years back and it was the most incredible noise show I have ever seen. Even better than The Incapacitants and Violent Onsen Geisha. Their on-stage noise manipulations reaffirmed my extreme love of noise (extreme noise) and the rush of being witness to the live theatrics (noise as non-repeatable event, noise as conjuration): a chunk of bass guitar, a box with wires, hands slamming down on a sampler.

Furthermore, I often listened to and learned from Marhaug’s material when I lived in Japan and his work became an inspiration for the noise work I was doing at the time. The man’s prolific, busy, light years ahead of most other noise musicians. And there’s a reason for that–he knows how to create noise that you want to listen to on repeat, noise you want to study and soak yourself into, because the textures become elemental (fire, water, earth, air), and those elements, in conjunction with each other, make great aural storms for the imagination, whirlwinds, tsunamis of noise fever. He made me want to keep recording, keep mixing and editing sounds. And I still can’t keep up with his output.

If you’re looking for a soundtrack to read to, something to help you experience Domo ArigaDIE!!! in a new way, listen to some Marhaug and crank him up, crank the sound of your brain pulsating to new audio environments and the feeling of space shivering around your skull. It’s worth it. Noise is always worth it.