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GRAVE DIGGER: INDIE AUTHOR NEWS SCOOP

GRAVE DIGGER BLUES  is in the Twittersphere, the Bloggerama, Indieland and everywhere, man. Don’t let Pearl Harbor Day sink your mood. Mix yourself a redhead, put your rowboats up on the La-Z-Boy and dig into this crazy new crime-and-mayhem adventure. I’ll let Indie Author News explain the rest:

Friday, December 07, 2012
New Indie Book Release: Grave Digger Blues (Jesse Sublett)

New Indie Book Release:
Grave Digger Blues – Jesse Sublett -
Crime Fiction – set in the near future (November 19, 2012 – 52,000 words plus Bonus Material – more than 100 photos, drawings, and collages)

Grave Digger Blues is a dark fever dream that’s part noir, part stand-up. Sublett’s writing is as apt to scare the hell out of you as it is to make you die laughing.” – Reed Farrel Coleman, three-time Shamus Award-winning author of Gun Church

About the Book

Click to Read an Excerpt on Kindle.

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The FIRST surrealist/blues/pulpfiction iPad novella, out now, on iTunes and Amazon. The Kindle version has over 100 cool photos and graphics; the Blues Deluxe Edition for iPad has music AND photos.

Click to download a sample on iTunes.

Grave Digger Blues is a blast of surreal, post-apocalyptic noir, set during the last weeks of the world. Dual protagonists drive the narrative–The Blues Cat, an itinerant, doomed jazz musician, and Hank Zzybnx, a private detective and damaged war veteran.

It’s a dangerous and strange world, shot through with bizarre beauty and dreamlike weirdness. Grizzly bears and alligators have invaded the cities, walking catfish prowl the exurbs, and the best bar in town was formerly the city Morgue.

A right wing rebellion has wrecked the infrastructure of US, and the planet is wracked by daily earthquakes, bizarre weather and mutated species. Old politicians litter the bars and circuses. Dick Cheney is a drag queen… Newt Gingrich is a security guard at WalMart.

During these hard times, the only profitable work left for a private eye is murder for hire. Hank is exclusive about his clients and only accepts contracts on people who are truly despicable menaces to society. Fortunately, as he puts it, “There’s always some scummy sonofabitch out there who needs killing and somebody willing to pay for it.”

Despite being a hired killer, in this bleak nightmare world, Hank is a sympathetic character, even a poetic figure. He’s haunted by the benevolent ghost of Marilyn Monroe, fragmented memories of the war in Murderstan, and a grifter mother who hated him before he was born.

The Blues Cat is a lady’s man, but constantly being attacked or hounded by disgruntled husbands and neurotic groupies. His body is a road map of scars from the innumerable attempts on his life. He’s followed across the country, from one dive to the next, by a 300 pound thug called The Muffin Man.

Grave Digger Blues is a nasty, raunchy, rude-boy romp that I totally loved. In its sinister way it is very, very funny. The exquisitely rendered visuals and other enhancements are great. You’ll love it, especially if you hate the Beatles.” – W.K. Stratton (Chasing the Rodeo, Boxing Shadows, Floyd Patterson: The Fighting Live of Boxing’s Invisible Champ)

About the Author:

Jesse Sublett is an author, musician, artist and all-around Austin character. He’s been an influential figure in the Austin music scene since 1978, when he founded the seminal rock n’ roll band, the Skunks, a band that is credited with helping put Austin on the rock n’ roll map. In the years since, Jesse has shared the stage with and / or recorded with luminaries like Patti Smith, ex-Rolling Stones, Go-Go’s, Elvis Costello, members of Blondie and the Clash, Jon Dee Graham and countless others.

Jesse’s first series of crime novels were set in the Austin music scene, published by Viking Penguin: Rock Critic Murders (1989), Tough Baby (1990) and Boiled in Concrete (1991). With a blues musician protagonist Martin Fender, these novels were lauded for their authentic and lyrical descriptions of the world of the working musician, critically acclaimed by critics and many well-respected authors, like Robert B. Parker, James Ellroy and Michael Connelly.

Jesse’s nonfiction books include his music and true crime memoir, Never the Same Again. The book chronicles his experiences as a musician, a harrowing battle with Stage 4 throat cancer, and the investigation of the murder of his girlfriend in 1976 by a serial killer. Never the Same Again is a rocking read–alternatingly terrifying, dark, uplifting and funny.

James Ellroy ( Confidential, American Tabloid, The Cold Six Thousand ) said: “Never the Same Again is a harrowing, wrenching, spellbinding work of great candor and soul.”

Michael Connelly (The Black Echo, Lincoln Lawyer, The Black Box) said: “Never the Same Again is an important work. Sublett takes us on a ride through life that is crazy, funny, and sometimes deeply tragic, but ultimately, an inspiring and always highly readable survivor’s tale.”

Connect with Jesse Sublett via Twitter @jesse_sublett

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DIG THIS GRAVE DIGGER BLUES

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GRAVE DIGGER BLUES out now for iPad also Kindle, iPhone, etc.

UPDATE FROM THE ROAD:

“Grave Digger Blues is a dark fever dream that’s part noir, part stand-up. Sublett’s writing is as apt to scare the hell out of you as it is to make you die laughing.”
Reed Farrel Coleman, three-time Shamus Award-winning author of Gun Church

Grave Digger Blues, my new noir novella, is now available as an iBook for the Apple iPad–with original music video, graphics–and also available in eBook form (text only) for Kindle, iPhone, etc. You can download the iPad version from iTunes for $6.99 or the Kindle version from Amazon (text only) for $4.99.

I’ve created a new page for Grave Digger Blues, here, with more details, including a whole bunch of the great, supercool images by ace Austin art photographers Mona Pitts and Ricardo Acevedo, like these two below:

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screen shot of Grave Digger Blues, photo by Mona Pitts

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Grave Digger Blues, photo by Ricardo Acevedo

So I hope you will check it out and dig it. I’ve recorded a little video clip especially for the occasion of the book going live on iTunes, and as time allows, I hope to plan some special events, like gigs, etc., to help spread the word.

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CLICK BELOW to hear “Grave Digger Blues”, the theme of this novella.

CLICK HERE: Grave Digger Blues, the song, my personal Grave Digger Blues message to you.

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De official photo of de author, Jesse Sublett, by Todd V. Wolfson

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BOOK EXPLODES KILLS FIVE

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Jack Black, burglar, opium addict, grifter, professional crook, convict, and a helluva memoirist.

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I wrote a short story called Johnny Heartbreak for my pal, the publisher Dennis McMillan, specifically for his anthology Measures of Poison commemorating his 20th year in publishing. I met Dennis for the first time in 1992 or so, in Vagabond Books in Los Angeles, and we started talking about Charles Willeford. Two hours later we were still talking.

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As it says on Amazon, “a hefty collection”…

Dennis and I became friends and he loaned me some of Willeford’s unpublished manuscripts and I ended up discovering Willeford’s great “lost” masterpiece, Deliver Me From Dallas (one of those “unpublished” manuscripts), had actually been published in 1961 by Fawcett Gold Medal as a paperback original under the name of Willeford’s old USAF pal, W. Franklin Sanders, with the title The Whip Hand. I was collecting PBs in those days, sometimes buying 30 or so a week. Anyway, nobody knew the book had been published — not, that is, Willeford or his widow, Betsy Willeford, or Dennis… It was a cool, cool, cool discovery. [Click here to read the account I wrote for the Austin Chronicle, which I expanded for the new publication of the book, under the real title, which Dennis published a few years later. Here it is on Amazon.] Here’s a review of The Whip Hand by Ed Lynskey. Thanks, Ed.

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The 1961 paperback original was published without Willeford’s knowledge, apparently. The editor at Fawcett hated Willeford’s writing, but when it was submitted without his name, he bought this book.


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For some reason, this thing about a woman with a bullwhip stuck in my mind.


Measures of Poison, published in 2002, finds me in great company, alongside such great talents as Willeford, Christopher Cook, George Pelecanos, Michael Connelly, James Sallis, James Crumley, Jon A. Jackson, Scott Phillips, Gary Phillips, and a number of other fine writers. Johnny Heartbreak is about a bootlegger named Johnny in a fictional town during Prohibition years, and as I often do, I wrote a song to go with it. Which reminds me, Michael Connelly has a new novel, The Black Box. Trying to remember if I’ve sent Michael a copy of Jon Dee Graham’s song, “The Black Box.” I’m sure he’d love it. ["red meat and wreckage ... knee deep in a field..." Now THAT is my idea of SONGWRITING. I'm not being ironic, either. )

Here's the song I wrote for Johnny Heartbreak, which oddly enough is called "Johnny Heartbreak Blues."

I just recorded this little video clip of the song as an intro to my next iBook, Grave Digger Blues. More on that later in the week.

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CLICK on the link below to play the video of “Johnny Heartbreak Blues”

“Johnny Heartbreak Blues”

Don’t we love ABE.com? I wonder sometimes how many thousands of dollars I’ve spent ordering books from there in the last ten years. Probably good not to know. Their newsletter, The Avid Reader, makes for fun online window shopping. The latest one, Great Gumshoes, is a subjective survey of classic detective novels. Naturally, it’s a magnet for comments, e.g, “I CAN’T BELIEVE YOUR LIST DID NOT INCLUDE [name of your favorite private eye here].” Actually the editorial comment on these is secondary to the visuals. It’s really fun to look at the cool cover art, and THEN you can click on the image and find out how many times you’d have to mortgage your house to buy a first edition of, say, The Maltese Falcon or The Big Sleep, etc. (If those aren’t among your favorites, don’t hold your breath, I’m not mentioning any others.) Anyway, I like these blogs. A few months ago there was one on woodcut books, really great looking stuff. Did you know that the art of woodcut printing is called xylography? Look it up on wiki if you don’t believe me. I always thought xlography was a memoir by a xylophonist, but what do I know?

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ABE.com listing of “Classic Gumshoes”. Too bad your favorite 6’2″ music/author isn’t listed here.

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Who do I have to bribe to get this image added?

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It would cost you a lot of dough to buy all these first editions.

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Sarah Cortez, one helluva cop-poet-author-lady.

Last Tuesday the latest edition of Noir at the Bar: Austin hosted Sarah Cortez, poet, crime fiction writer, Houston policewoman, and all-around lovely gal, and I’ve been devouring her How To Undress a Cop collection of gritty and beautiful poetry. She was here at the Texas Book Festival promoting her most recent book, Walking Home: Growing Up Hispanic in Houston. And let’s not forget that Reed Farrel Coleman was our other big star that night, and just this Sunday Morning his new novel, Gun Church, got the big wet kiss of approval from Marilyn Stasio in NYTBR. Cool, daddy-o. Coleman gave a great reading from that book Tuesday night and I look forward to reading more by him.

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A great collection of interviews with professional criminals, authors, filmmakers, victims of crime, actors who have portrayed notorious criminals, etc.

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W.K. Stratton’s great new biography of this heavyweight champ.

I’m also really enjoying reading Floyd Patterson: The Fighting Life of Boxing’s Invisible Champion, by my pal W. K. “Kip” Stratton. In previous books Stratton has written about rodeo, football and Sam Peckinpah, and although he always writes well, I think this may be his most powerful and compelling narrative yet. When I think about that era, the fifties and sixties, I guess I’ve always been a much bigger fan of Muhammed Ali and Sonny Liston, Archie Moore, Marciano, etc., but Patterson, like most boxers, had to claw his way up from nothing to become the champ, and that always makes for a compelling story. Plus you get the story of his manager, Cus D’Amato, whose own story is so compelling and weird that at times you can feel Stratton holding back a big so that D’Amato’s own story doesn’t overshadow his shy, unusually sensitive champ.

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Darwyn Cooke’s graphic novel adaptation of “The Score” by Richard Stark

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“The Score,” by Richard Stark, the paperback original edition.

One of my favorite books of the year has got to be Darwyn Cooke’s new, graphic novel adaptation of The Score, by Richard Stark. As you may know, Stark was the pen name of Donald Westlake for the brilliant series of crime caper novels, starring the professional thief, Parker. These books represent a kind of penultimate achievement, a kind of perfect art form, always balancing thrills and suspense and humor and a sort of good-spirited-mean-streak, if you know what I mean. This is the third graphic novel adaptation by Cooke and these are just superb, awesome, fantastic. The action and mood and suspense just seem to explode off the page. I read this in two sittings, and I immediately started over on it again. I interviewed Westlake a couple of years before he died, and it was a great pleasure. A real gentleman, humble, funny, gracious. As you may know, sometimes actually meeting your heroes can be disappointing, disillusioning, but this experience was at the opposite end of the spectrum.

And speaking of crime capers, another of my favorite reads of the summer was You Can’t Win, a true crime memoir by Jack Black, no, not the actor, but a professional thief/grifter/slacker from the early decades of the 20th century. Soon to be a motion picture starring Michael Pitt, that studly thug from Boardwalk Empire. Jack Black rode the rails with the hobos, was a burglar, convict, opium addict, and let’s not forget, a big influence on William Burroughs. It’s a little tough to find the edition of the book with the foreward by Burroughs, so for all you Beat people out there, I have scanned the foreward from my copy and posted it here.

Also, you may note that the art on the front and back cover of this edition depicts an incident depicted in the book. Jack was in a hobo camp where everyone was getting blown out on Mulligan stew with his traveling companion and sometime partner in crime, Foot-and-a-Half George, when a con man named Gold Tooth came back to camp and told a story about rumpus he and his pals had gotten into with a brothel-keeper named Salt Chunk Mary, and suddenly Foot-and-a-Half George yells at him.

“Hey you,” said George from across the fire. “You’re a liar.” His little dead blue eyes were blazing like a wounded wild boar’s. “You was a good bum but you’re dog meat now!” A gun flashed from beneath his coat, and he fired into Gold Tooth twice. Six feet away, I could feel the slugs hit him. His head fell forward and both hands went to his chest, where he was hit. He turned around, like a dog getting ready to lie down and fell on his face. His hat rolled into the fire. His hands were clawing a the red-hot coals.

Wow!

Late night update: Just found this link to the old LA Times review of Rock Critic Murders from 1989, byline Charles Champlin. Interesting things happen to insomniacs.

And just because:

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AUSTIN PULP FICTION + BLUES REDUX

The Third Martin Fender Novel.

Boiled in Concrete, the 3rd Martin Fender novel, is now available in the Amazon Kindle store, and between tonight (Saturday morning at midnight CST) until Monday morning, it’s free for Kindle Prime Members. So you may as well download now, even if you don’t plan on reading it, so I’ll get credit for it, and this will help me buy a new pair of very expensive, British made Jeffrey West rock star boots. I realize it seems trivial, but that’s where we’re at these days. Very soon, within a couple of months, that is, I’ll have a brand new novel out on an e-platform that I’ll also be asking you to buy, but this time, I really want you to read it and dig it, because it’s brand new, it’s real cool, it’s a post-apocalyptic surrealistic blues pulp fiction story. But more on that later.

The Second Martin Fender novel, also available in the Amazon Kindle store.

  • Check out a video of the Carla Olson/Mick Taylor Band here, with me playing bass (don’t look for me, I’m back in the shadows) in 1990 at the Roxy in Los Angles, on the great Stones song “Sway.”

Boiled in Concrete was originally published by Viking Penguin in 1991. I was living in LA at the time with my wife, Lois Richwine, playing in a band with Carla Olson, Mick Taylor, and some other fine musicians. As you may recall, Carla Olson is from Austin and was formerly in a band called the Silver Cloud (with Eddie Munoz), also the Violators and also the Textones. I was in the Violators, with her and Kathy Valentine, in 1978, and then I played with her again in the Carla Olson/Mick Taylor Band. We were briefly called the Jesse Sublett/Carla Olson/Mick Taylor Band, but the clubs where we played kept running out of S’s, so we shortened the name. OK, that’s not actually true. Anyway, the first CD we recorded, Too Hot For Snakes, kicks off with my song, “Who Put The Sting On The Honey Bee,” as the first track. Everybody liked the song, including Mick Taylor, who was formerly in the Rolling Stones, and was the only guitarist to leave the Stones and live to tell about it. Mick liked my songs, and also loved my crime novels. Without bragging, I must say it’s a real thrill to play in a band with a guy who is not only an ex-Stone, but without a doubt one of the greatest guitarists in the world, and who is, like myself, a diehard Howlin’ Wolf fan, but unlike 99.99% of the musicians in the world, able to play those Hubert Sumlin licks so well it just might melt your face off. And so, during a break, you’re talking with this  incredible guy about the greatness of Howlin’ Wolf, and then you switch to crime fiction, and he’s as big a Raymond Chandler fan as they come. It’s a cool, cool thing. So, back to my novels: Boiled In Concrete is the third Martin Fender novel. It had not yet been released when I was playing with Mick, but he loved the predecessors, Rock Critic Murders and Tough Baby. Again, I’ve gotta tell you, playing in a band with an ex-Rolling Stone, who knows every Howlin’ Wolf song backwards and forwards, and who is at least as good a guitarist as Jimi Hendrix, and who digs your songs and your crime novels, is a pretty neat experience.

The first Martin Fender novel, also available in iTunes or on Amazon for the Kindle or whatever eReader you happen to use. But the iPad version has Music, Video and other cool stuff.

Carla Olson is still a friend and has always been great to play with also. That CD, Too Hot For Snakes, is slated for re-release soon and by the way, we played a few Rolling Stones covers on that record, too.

Back to the novel, Boiled in Concrete. In this one, Martin Fender finds himself marooned in Los Angeles, the real Austin deal in a plastic town, a fish out of water. I loved living in LA, but Martin Fender did not. He was anxious to get back to Austin. So when he hooks up with a troubled pop singer named Dovie De Carlo, his mercenary instinct kicks in and he sees plane fare in it. He can get Dovie back to her roots in Austin, help her write some hit songs, and he can get his fill of good Tex Mex and other soulful stuff in his home town. But there are complications along the way. It’s always that way, even in real life.

I started working on becoming a crime writer when living in Austin, playing in the last stages of the Skunks and making the transition to playing solo, but it was in Los Angeles that I became a published author. I immediately signed up with the Southern Cal chapter of Mystery Writers of America, and met great authors like James Ellroy, Elmore Leonard, Robert B. Parker, Gerald Petievich, Wendy Hornsby and many others. (Ellroy, Parker and Petievich wrote blurbs for my novels. Ellroy wrote a very generous blurb for my memoir, Never the Same Again. We bonded over the fact that we both have this experience of being haunted by a horrific crime in our past: in his case, it was the unsolved rape/murder of his mother, in my case, it was the murder of my girlfriend, Dianne Roberts, by a serial killer. I saw Ellroy for coffee on occasion (triple espressos), and at book events, etc.) Around this time I also met Michael Connelly, who was a crime reporter for LA Times, just before his first book was published, The Black Echo, and what a debut novel that turned out to be (take a ridealong with Michael here and he’ll tell you about his new novel, The Black Box). Between novels and music gigs I wrote spec screenplays and the occasional screenplay or treatment for hire, short stories, war documentaries, anything to avoid actually working for a living. Living in LA felt like a dream, because I was also playing in some cool bands there, playing bass not only with Carla and Mick but with my other Austin pal, Kathy Valentine. The Go-Go’s were in one of their defunct phases at the time, having broken up acrimoniously. So Kathy started a new band called World’s Cutest Killers, and we played up and down the West Coast, recorded with Blondie producer Mike Chapman, and had a great time. Kelly Johnson, Kathy’s pal from the band Girlschool, was also in the band, along with ex Public Image keyboardist Jebin Bruni and drummer Craig Aaronson, of Broken Homes.

I’m going overboard with the name dropping here, so I’ll stop. I do hope you will check out Boiled in Concrete, plus my memoir of these experiences (along with my saga of surviving throat cancer and serial killers, Never the Same Again: A Rock n’ Roll Gothic, and other stuff…)

That’s me on the left, playing bass with Mick Taylor, Carla Olson, Ian McLagen, George Callins, etc.

Cheers,
Jesse

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TOUGH BABY IN YOUR HANDS WILL NEVER BE THE SAME AGAIN

Now out as an eBook, cover art by Mona Pitts

PUBLISHING NEWS:
TOUGH BABY, my second Martin Fender novel, originally published by Viking Penguin in 1990, is now available in the Amazon Kindle store here for your Kindle, iPhone, iPad and other digital devices. We have a stunning cover, I think, featuring a photo by Mona Pitts of Neon Beige photography (the model is Jana).

As you may know, Rock Critic Murders (also in the Amazon Kindle store) and also, as an enhanced iBook for the iPad here, with music, video, and dozens of photos) was the first in the Martin Fender series, which stars the blues bass player Martin Fender, a wisecracking dude in the hardboiled private eye tradition, and his Italian girlfriend, Ladonna DiMascio, along with a cast of Austin music scene regulars, some of whom are wholly fictional, and some of whom are only lightly fictionalized real characters. The plot finds Martin coming home from a grueling road trip with his band, whose members immediately get into trouble with the law, their girlfriends and a gang of biker chicks. Martin himself ends up being dosed with tranquilizer at a party and wakes up with a terrible hangover, accused of attempted murder. The weapon used in the crime: His Fender bass. Payola, perversion and the usual random chaos and mayhem stir the gumbo full of urgent blues music, smoky clubs and quirky characters. You’ll dig it.

JAMES ELLROY DUG IT ENOUGH TO SAY:

“TOUGH BABY IS A HARROWING NOVEL OF THE JIVE, DECADENT WORLD OF ROCK N’ ROLL. MURDER, TWISTED SEX, PAYOLA-A REAL DEGENERATE MILIEU GULLY REALIZED. MARTIN FENDER IS A GREAT, UNIQUE, HARDBOILED HERO AND TOUGH BABY ILLUMINATES A WORLD RARELY SEEN WITH POISE, CLASS AND PRECISION.

SPEAKING OF JAMES ELLROY, ALSO NOW OUT:

Includes a chapter by me titled "Dead Women Owned His Soul"

New book from University of Mississippi Press, Conversations with James Ellroy, edited by Steven Powell, which includes a chapter by my terrible self on Ellroy titled, “Dead Women Owned His Soul.” Written for the Chronicle in early 1997. Ironically, later that year, I was diagnosed with Stage 4 throat cancer and, facing 4% chance of survival, took Ellroy’s advice and began to write about my own spectral past, including the murder of my girlfriend, Dianne Roberts by a serial killer in 1976, in my memoir, Never the Same Again.

Memoir now in the Amazon Kindle store

NEVER THE SAME AGAIN is always available in print form at Austin’s BOOKPEOPLE, and is now available in Amazon’s Kindle Store here.

JAMES ELLROY said of NEVER THE SAME AGAIN:

“Never the Same Again is a harrowing, wrenching, spellbinding work of great candor and soul. Read it, think with it, dig it.”


MICHAEL CONNELLY (Concrete Blonde, Lincoln Lawyer) said:

“Never the Same Again is an important work. Jesse Sublett’s pursuit of his dreams — undaunted by societal standards of success and failure — is the true chronicle of a generation. Making choices, taking chances and then facing the consequences, however bizarre and unexpected they may be, Sublett takes us on a ride through life that is crazy, funny, and sometimes deeply tragic, but ultimately, an inspiring and always highly readable survivor’s tale.”


JOE NICK PATOSKI (Stevie Ray Vaughan: Caught in the Crossroads, Selena, Willie Nelson An Epic Life) said:

“Jesse Sublett is one of the few of my generation to actually run the thread through the eye of the needle and be able to tell me what it’s like. He defined punk in Austin, Texas, the future Live Music Capital of the World, when everyone else was still trying to figure out how to walk properly in cowboy boots so they could get next to Willie. By the time newcomers bearing guitars, drums and big ideas started flooding the city to cash in on its music scene, he’d ditched his axe and his band the Skunks for a typewriter, and, using Austin and music as his canvas, painted a picture as black as any Lou Reed ditty as a rock and roll crime writer, living vicariously through his character, Martin Fender. When that turned boring, he wrote scripts and screenplays, playing on his vast knowledge of Texas and the American West. Then he got cancer right at the cusp of forty–the trendsetter was once again get ‘way ahead of the curve–and has written about the Big C and the inevitability of aging and death in a manner far more chilling and dark than any bad ass Skunks’ rant, his novels, or any of his retellings of the how the west was really settled. It’s powerful stuff, mainly because he keeps reminding me, he’s one of us. He just got here quicker than we did. Reading is believing.”


MARGARET MOSER, rock critic, said:

“On a cold and otherwise unremarkable Austin night in February 1978, something happened in a campus-area club called Raul’s. The first punk show was scheduled, featuring the debut of a band called The Skunks.
 Bassist and lead singer Jesse Sublett was handsome and erudite, brimming with piss and vinegar. His vision of the band as an apolitical garage-rock trio manifested during the punk explosion. Its attitude and energy fueled his desire to make rock ‘n roll that mattered, a dream that came true at Raul’s: The Skunks, quite literally, helped put the cosmic cowboy kingdom of Austin on the rock & roll map.
 That evening was a turning point in Austin’s musical history. Dozens of bands came in The Skunks’ wake. The sounds and scenes shifted from punk to New Wave to hardcore to cow punk and back but always The Skunks blasted away with unrestrained defiance. They were the premiere recording and touring band of the first wave of Raul’s bands and their music still pulses with the lifeblood of that era. The authentic sound and skull-rattling vibrancy of their music, however, was never successfully documented on vinyl, however, making the recent discovery of two dusty cassettes (one in Sublett’s closet, the other in that of friend, photographer and long-time fan, Glenn Chase) a chance to address that gap in the band’s permanent legacy for posterity and, not inconsequentially, in a digital format.
 The Skunks’ classic lineup was well in place by the time these Back Room and Max’s Kansas City shows were recorded. Sublett and original Skunks drummer Billy Blackmon hit a groove when guitarist Jon Dee Graham joined in early 1979, evident in every track. Its 15 potent songs of love, angst, and other matters of the young heart form a gloriously exuberant soundtrack from the days when rock ‘n roll could save the world with three chords and a lotta volume.”


KATHY VALENTINE (Go-Go’s) said:

“Jesse was a great help to me in my formative rocker years. As a 16 year old struggling musician, I was enthralled to meet a real live rock guy who looked just like he stepped out of the Faces or the Stones. He was so damn good-looking he scared and intimidated me. He was already living the life I had only dreamed of so far. By befriending me and accepting me, Jesse gave me the fuel to keep the idea lit. He supported my first feeble attempts at becoming a pop star, turned me on to Lou Reed and the New York Dolls, tried to make me appreciate Patti Smith, showed me how to play the riff in “Shake Appeal” by Iggy Pop, and helped launch my first credible band, the Violators. 
Jesse also inspired my early songwriting a lot. He was one of the few musician pals I had who was actually and prolifically writing his own songs instead of only banging out covers. His songs were clever; the humor and intelligence in the lyrics reminded me that you don’t have to be Elvis Costello or Ray Davies to write great, cool songs.
 Jesse and I stayed in touch over the years, and after the Go-Go’s broke up, he participated in my first identity crisis band, the World’s Cutest Killers. It was LOTS of fun, and we almost got a record deal, but then we didn’t. The songs we wrote together during that period have provided material to plunder for almost a decade now. I still call Jesse up periodically and say, “Hey, Jesse, remember that tune we wrote? I’m thinking of reworking it…”
When Jesse got cancer, he was unknowingly taking on another inspiring role model job. If I ever have to go through a similar experience I only hope that I would do so with the grace, courage and humor that he showed me during the whole ordeal. My admiration and respect for Jesse is very nearly boundless — as a songwriter, as a musician, as a story and essay writer who actually found and writes with his own voice, and above all–as a human. The way he has pursued his passions and interests have made his life an excellent example of how to get by in the world with style and substance.”


RICHARD LINKLATER (director Slacker, Dazed & Confused, etc.) said:

“Jesse’s odyssey of growing up in a small Texas town with a head full of big ideas, and his relentless drive to take them in the direction of his artistic intuition, is a moving story that captures an important cultural moment. Having grown up in Huntsville, Texas, I can really relate. Surviving the horrible murder of his girlfriend in 1976, and going from punk rock to fatherhood, his story becomes a universal one, and he makes it sing with authenticity.”


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SICK CITY COOL GROOVES, REVIEWED*

Here’s an update to our NOIR AT THE BAR reading with MUSIC event at Continental Club Gallery TUES JULY 27, 7-9 PM, no cover.

Great review in the Chronicle.

Sick City, by Tony O’Neill
Harper Perennial, 384 pp., $13.99 (paper)
In Tony O’Neill’s Los Angeles, the only difference between a bottomed-out junkie and a slot on Celebrity Rehab is a good talent agent. Less blatantly autobiographical than his opening double-barreled blast of Digging the Vein and Down and Out on Murder Mile, his terse, twitchy new novel, Sick City, still draws heavily on his personal experiences as a substance abuser washed up in Hollywood’s shadow. If this were still James Ellroy’s City of Angels, O’Neill’s protagonists would be the kind of tweakers and twinks that the old demon skull-breaker Captain Dudley Smith would have sliced up and left for the hogs on some Okie’s farm. But O’Neill’s L.A. has been abandoned to the junkies…

For the rest, go here.

And here, for your viewing pleasure, a few images from the history of dope lit.

The Man With the Golden Arm, by Nelson Algren, a cool book that became a GREAT film.


And for past updates on this event & some musings on a legendary King of Noir, Jim Thompson, go here and here.

And the FACTS: Tony O’Neill will be reading & signing his new novel, SICK CITY, accompanied by yours truly on upright bass, and I, JESSE SUBLETT, will read from NEVER THE SAME AGAIN: A ROCK N ROLL GOTHIC, my very noirish memoir, and HARRY HUNSICKER, of Dallas, will be reading new work.

AND A REMINDER: Friday, July 23, come see JON DEE GRAHAM & JESSE SUBLETT’S MURDER BALLAD SHOW, with TERRI LORD on drums, at EVANGELINE CAFE, 8106 Brodie Lane, Austin. 9:30-Midnight, $5 cover.

Cheers,
Jesse

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JAMES ELLROY, DEMON DOG OF AMERICAN LIT

James Ellroy, demon dog of American Lit, and  Jesse Sublett, blues cat chronicler of life as pulp fiction

James Ellroy, demon dog of American Lit, and Jesse Sublett, blues cat chronicler of life as pulp fiction

This morning I’m thinking about my friend James Ellroy, the self-proclaimed demon dog of American literature, the dark prince of noir and (insert a grocery list of appendages here, because the D-Dog likes to add a grocery list of appendages, seeking shock and awe fans and detractors equally, some of those titles tongue in cheek, others not so much, and he’s such a violently ambiguous guy, there’s really not much demarcation between the two. Back in 2001 I interviewed him for the Austin Chronicle, suggesting that we do a walk-through of the LBJ Library and the piece came out pretty nicely, I guess. Ellroy had just released his novel The Cold Six Thousand, the second in a proposed trilogy (watch this site for my review of #3, Blood’s a Rover, just issued this week) of intensely paranoid and feverish fictional chronicles of US history, emphasizing mostly the lurid parts, this one focusing on the JFK assassination, laying the blame for that crime on mostly low-level mobsters. Ellroy is no fan of JFK or any liberal politicians, for that matter, so I thought I’d try to kill several birds with one stone (not Oliver, that is, by any means), giving him a tour of the official library of one of my favorite US presidents, hoping that some of my good liberal vibes might rub off on him. I also wanted to reserve some time with him, not having seen Ellroy much since Lois and I moved back to Austin from LA. Being a busy guy on a book tour, I figured the best way to get a little quality time with him was to book an interview, and it worked. I also laid a few chapters of my memoir on him (published in 2004 as Never the Same Again: A Rock n’ Roll Gothic), which he read the next day and generously offered a great blurb for the book jacket, which you can find here (just scroll down the page, as there are several others there as well).
Dead Women Owned His Soul” is the title of my interview with Ellroy after the publication of his own memoir, titled My Dark Places. That book inspired me and gave me some of the courage I needed to do my own. Ever since Ellroy and I met, back in 1989, we had discussed the weird phenomenon we shared, i.e., being held in the vise grip of the past; in his case, the brutal, unsolved murder of his mother when he was ten; in mine, the murder of my sweetheart, Dianne Roberts, in 1976 by a serial killer; although the case was officially solved, the deeper story was not known to me until over 25 years later, when I researched it and wrote my own account. The case history was much more horrific than I had suspected, however, the process of figuring it out helped me “own” the story in a way that helped me cope with the flashbacks, cold sweats and decades of nightmares otherwise known as post-traumatic stress disorder and, well, in general, being haunted and wracked with guilt.
Quien es Mas Noir is a piece I wrote to promote the Austinappearances of Ellroy and James Crumley way back in 1996. Crumley died last fall, sadly, but he left behind some great work. Here’s my review of one of the best of his later novels, The Final Country.

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