Author's Notes Pt. 5 - Location, location, location; Denny and Rosencrantz are Dead

This is part of a companion piece for Neurons Like Brandy, you don't have to have read all of the novel to read this but the discussion will have inevitable spoilers for stuff that happens in early chapters as well as possible reprecussions later on in the book (circa chapter 12). They are all pretty minor but I would say it might be worth hitting the index if you are at all worried.

This chapter is mainly about some of the characters but also about some of my favourite films as well as some location shots of Brighton.

Hope you enjoy.

Author's Notes Pt. 4 - Joshua shot first

This is a spoiler section for a bunch of parts, if you have not read them then I recommend you go back and do so to avoid spoilers for the main story. This is mainly to write about the changes made and the some of the inspirations or stories behind some of the characters.

If you are interested read below, otherwise go to the index and read from the beginning before coming back to this.

Read below for more spoilers. That is the third warning.

Authors Notes Pt.2 - Let there be Light

 Originally intended as part of a trilogy, ‘Neurons Like Brandy’ was the middle child with my first novel ‘The Disease of Dancing Cats’ and the third ‘Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event’ bookending it. What I wanted to do was rethink the monster genre films but to be honest I am way too late now. TDoDC is a vampire novel (yes, I see your eyes rolling), NLB is a zombie novel and AoaUE was going to be/may still be a werewolf story (based off of a short story I wrote during my GCSE English class).

The market is saturated for those types of genres but please bear with me.

The point of this post is to talk about resurrecting ‘Neurons Like Brandy’ and actually finishing it. The idea is that I will be posting 1-2 chapters every 2 weeks with accompanying art (as long as I can find the sketch books that I drew in at the time as well as a functional scanner) as well as some kind of self-indulgent writer commentary.

I am not selling it am I?

I do understand that the zombie genre has been done to death, and there are few ways to go short of having a girl in a cowboy hat and bikini massacre undead.

NLB came into existence pretty much because of George Romero’s classics and Martin, which is underappreciated. Further to that, the opening of the novel was always scored by Pilote with Up or Down (imagine this music playing in a shopping centre as zombies murder people it is sinister and hilarious at the same time). A lot of the narrative conceit was taken from an episode of ‘Thirtysomething’ a terrible 90s TV show that had a couple of good ideas that Julian Barnes mined for his most recent novel (disclaimer: I don’t think that Julian Barnes actually took inspiration from this TV show). The other big influence was a film called ‘The Dead Next Door’, I don’t think that trailer really does it justice but the nihilism of a community trying to deal with zombies – in my mind – hasn’t ever been done quite as well. The sense of boredom marred by the ever impending death is a difficult juxtaposition.

Well, I am not really selling it again am I?

The few of you that actually read this blog please trust me on this one. It might be a terrible idea – every person who has read this novel has said that it needs an editor – but that is where you can help. See grammatical problems, plot holes, over long sentences? Point them out and tell me how rubbish I am. I will try and make them better.

Suspicious of a character’s motivations? I will try and explain or, possibly, change them.
Consider this a polite form of crowd sourcing.

I feel that we should finish off with a post from the forum where I got the picture of the Onechanbara image:

“the first time i masterbaited was when i was 11 and i jacked off to a animated picture of a 50 year old lady eating a hotdog on the internet.[sic]”

Food for thought right there.

Author's Notes Pt. 3 - The Bechdel Test, the Lost Chapter and Nufonia

Incidentally, if you are coming here from a random link or whatnot, I would advise that you go to the index first and, at least read the Neurons Like Brandy chapters as there are going to be spoilers in these posts and if you are remotely interested on why these side-stories exist then I would say do not read past the break.

Author's Notes Pt. 1 - We Will bury our Heroes

It was three days before Reading Music Festival in 1999 when I got the album “Nature Creates Freaks” by the band Cay. It was their debut album, signed to East West (they released Tori Amos’s “Little Earthquakes”), and it had been getting rave reviews. I’d spent the previous weeks absorbing the media around it in a fashion so as to get psyched for it.

I remember sitting down in my friend Potter’s room and listening to the album and by the time we got to the end Potter turned to me and said:

“I wish I was going to Reading.”

Cay’s set at the festival was electrifying. They were this bratty, angry fusion of Sonic Youth and early Hole. I bounced around like a loon in the mosh pit while the band’s lead singer, Anet Mook, snarled her way through song after song. I’d been to gigs before but none had felt as raw and energetic. My girlfriend and I fell in love with them on that day.

 

 The CD inlay was soon photocopied and turned into a poster, stickers applied to note books, lazy mornings spent listening to tracks like 'Skool' as the sun crept in through the window in my bedroom and I supped the remnants of a cold filtered Heineken with the sound turned down on John Woo’s “The Killer”. This was during a time when my head was full of big, small ideas. I was going to be a painter, draw comics, write novels and then burn them all. I was full of myself when I really all I was full of was shit. I wanted to be Bukowski before I even knew who Bukowski was, let alone read any of his novels. The Matrix had not aired in cinemas yet; the PlayStation 2 had been announced but not seen.  Less than 2 months later I moved out of my parents’ house and into a dirty little bed sit that I shared with my girlfriend. Cay joined Portishead, Bush, Limp Bizkit, KoRn, Nine Inch Nails and The Bloodhound Gang as my soundtrack to this new and exciting life.

The people I hung out with were all like me, all felt indestructible, like we some kind of creative beatnik group of musicians and artists when really we were a bunch of drunken, stoned teens with delusions. Me more than most with know-it all idiot ramblings, ignorant assertions combined with continual foot-in-mouth disease. None of that mattered though, I felt like I was on top of the world.
I saw Cay two more times. Once was at a convention room in Brighton Center supporting Feeder. The band belted through the album as well as some B-Sides. Anet was standing in the center of the stage with a cigarette jammed in the neck of her guitar and a cheap can of Carling standing at her feet. In those moments of frazzled chords and feedback I’d rarely been happier. After the gig I bought a T-Shirt with ‘CAY SUK ROK’ emblazoned across the back and their ‘Fuck Popp’ logo on the left breast. 

The second time was in London, the venue I am not sure about, but I remember that they had two supporting bands: My Vitriol and Trashland. While in the bathroom I bumped into the drummer from My Vitriol and later the lead singer would make a dig about Trashland and referred to them as ‘Trashcan’. I barely registered either band anyway; I was only really there to see Cay. That night was a bit of a blur, the night is hard to describe because I had been drinking pretty heavily but I remember bundling into the crowd as the band played ferociously.

Certainly, by no means were Cay original but they were mine. Their vibrancy was mine, the anger, the confidence, the noise was all mine. Obviously that was a claim I couldn’t honestly hold true to. I hadn’t been there during their time at ORG, during their inception only once they had signed to their utterly incompetent major label (there were stories of East West contacting ORG and asking them how to promote Cay). It didn’t matter though, Cay was important to me.

On night shifts in the convenience store I worked in, we would bring in a battered CD player and listen to Cay, Everclear, Aphex Twin and V.A.S.T. then finish work and go out drinking and partying until the afternoon.

We continued that cycle until, slowly, things started to fall apart.

I worked too many hours in a job that I loved/hated, my relationship was unravelling through no small fault of my own. We split up and it caused a fracture in our friendship group that took over 2 years for me to mend.  

Cay played the Reading festival in 2000. It was weird to think how much had changed in the last 12 months. Due to complications I was unable to see what would turn out to be one of their last gigs. Those that witnessed it said that it wasn’t right, that Anet was sloppy and amateurish, possibly high.
And that was it, they were gone. A few years later I did a stint at HMV, during my training on how to use the search engine on the shop's computer I found that they had released a single called ‘Resurrexit’.

Later I moved in with a guy who had all of Cay’s early stuff like ‘Seven Schizo's sat on a Bench’ and a lot of the vinyl versions of their singles. Around that same time I finished writing my first novel, secluded in the study of my parents’ new house over a long weekend. The soundtrack was Cay, Pretty Girls Make Graves, and Meanwhile, Back in Communist Russia. I started my second novel and called it ‘Neurons like Brandy’ after a Cay song. Over a beer, the guy I lived with and I joked that if I ever got the book published we would use the vinyl art as the cover for my book and try and provoke the former members out of hiding to sue me and find out what happened to the band. That was in 2004 and I still haven't finished the novel.

And so I got older but that dirty garage band stayed with me.

I had two of their T-Shirts that eventually I had to throw away, they were more holes than T-Shirt and as much as it pained me it felt like it was time to let go.

Last weekend I visited the friend I’d lived with back in the day. He now lives in Leeds and still has a great music collection. I saw Nature Creates Freaks sitting on his shelf and commented on it. We grinned and talked about how it was a great album, I told him it was still on my MP3 player. And then he hit me with:

“You know she’s dead, right?”

The news didn't really sink in until I was on the train back, in some ways I just didn't want to believe it. As soon as I got home I looked it up, hoping that it was some kind of mistake.

On June 15^th 2011, it was announced that Anet Mook was hit by a bus (or train depending on who you read) in Amsterdam.

From the post written by the drummer at the time of her funeral she was clearly not easy to work with and it was obvious that she had her issues. I knew so little about her but she was most definitely my hero and it shames me that I only get to bury her now.

So, as a tribute I am planning to start something next week as my new project.

Pt. 23 - Neurons Like Brandy - Chapter 8: Isaac

Neurons Like Brandy is a long running project of mine that I have been trying to finish for about 8 years. It focuses on a house in Brighton after the zombie apocalypse has passed, with flashbacks told by one of the remaining survivors every other chapter.

The chapter numbering is a little confusing so if this is your first time here and you are interested in reading more then I would recommend starting at the index where each of the chapters are ordered in the manner that they are meant to be read.

Below is the recounting of the main character's, Dan, housemate Isaac

Pt. 22 - Neurons Like Brandy - Chapter 9: Present

Neurons Like Brandy is a long running project of mine that I have been trying to finish for about 8 years. It focuses on a house in Brighton after the zombie apocalypse has passed, with flashbacks told by one of the remaining survivors every other chapter.

The chapter numbering is a little confusing so if this is your first time here and you are interested in reading more then I would recommend starting at the index where each of the chapters are ordered in the manner that they are meant to be read.

This returns to the present after DJ Henry Kissinger's madness. Read on:

Pt. 21 - Neurons Like Brandy - Chapter 4: Henry Kissinger

Neurons Like Brandy is a long running project of mine that I have been trying to finish for about 8 years. It focuses on a house in Brighton after the zombie apocalypse has passed, with flashbacks told by one of the remaining survivors every other chapter.

The chapter numbering is a little confusing so if this is your first time here and you are interested in reading more then I would recommend starting at the index where each of the chapters are ordered in the manner that they are meant to be read.

In between the other chapters are the mindless rambles of an insane DJ - Henry Kissinger - and the current chapter is focused on the fourth incursion. Read away, although I would recommend you start from the beginning if you haven't already.

Pt. 20 - Neurons Like Brandy - Chapter 8: Present

Neurons Like Brandy is a long running project of mine that I have been trying to finish for about 8 years. It focuses on a house in Brighton after the zombie apocalypse has passed, with flashbacks told by one of the remaining survivors every other chapter.

The chapter numbering is a little confusing so if this is your first time here and you are interested in reading more then I would recommend starting at the index where each of the chapters are ordered in the manner that they are meant to be read.

After the last chapter, which focused on Oli, the novel switches back to the present and focuses on the main character's, Dan, descent.

Pt. 19 - Neurons Like Brandy - Chapter 7: Oli

Neurons Like Brandy is a long running project of mine that I have been trying to finish for about 8 years. It focuses on a house in Brighton after the zombie apocalypse has passed, with flashbacks told by one of the remaining survivors every other chapter.

The chapter numbering is a little confusing so if this is your first time here and you are interested in reading more then I would recommend starting at the index where each of the chapters are ordered in the manner that they are meant to be read. 

Otherwise, welcome to chapter 7 of the flashbacks this focuses on Oli.