“Jimmy Stu (What’s With You?)

6 Jul

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I Wrote “Jimmy Stu” for all the cosmic cowboys who never thought they’d end up on the daily grind–but did. I’m posting a video of the song, from our last show, a performance of it I especially like. For one thing, that  night everybody seemed to find the groove pretty well. For another, though I’ve always thought of the tune as a southern rock/rockabilly thing, Rudy Negrete soloed on it like a Chicago bluesman, and it worked just fine to my ears. If your computer speakers are as lame as mine, I hope you use headphones when you watch this:  

Here are the lyrics.

Jimmy Stu (What’s with You?)

You used to live in the country

up in the ozone, one with the wind and sun

Now you live in the city, and man, it’s a pity

how you run

Jimmy Stu, what’s with you?

Yeah, you used to walk slow

You used…

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Summertime

6 Jul

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@ Silvies, the night before Easter @ Silvies, the night before Easter

The video below was recorded Saturday, May 14 at Silvies on Chicago’s north side with a Zoom video recorder.  That’s John Temmerman on sax, Dorothy McDaniel on bass, Alpha Stewart on percussion, and me on guitar. Man, all three of my cohorts did themselves proud on this number. The surprise thunderclap after the song was a mysterious gift, courtesy of my effects box.

Silvies is a mellow room, and that was a fine night. I enjoyed our set and the sets that followed by Rabrija and Minus One Quintet.

We recorded another live version of “Summertime” previously, on our Live at Custer Street album. Robert Marshall of The Cave Recording captured that one on Pro Tools at Custer Street Fair, each instrument on a separate track, so he was able to tweak the EQ and levels afterward. I’m amazed that the audio levels and EQ on the…

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Review from Oblio

6 Jul

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JIMMY STU LIVES! By Kent McDaniel. Penumbra Publishing. 2012. Cover by Joe Staton.

JimmyStuLives-cover700Jimmy Stu Sloan is a succesful preacher who has a thriving mega church and a loyal flock of believers. But all is not well with the reverend. He has health problems and isn’t as strong of a believer as most of his flock.

One night he surprises everyone by announcing because of his heart problems, he will have himself frozen so he can be awakened when a cure is available. It will also allow him to continue preaching the gospel in the future.

Well, Jimmy Stu achieves his cryogenic prophecy and finds himself alive in the future and off on a series of adventures not even he could have imagined.

Kent McDaniel weaves a strong story here. I like his set up and how he takes his main character off on a romp through the future. He…

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Review from JOMP

6 Jul

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The latest issue issue of JOMP features an essay by Rich Dengrove about the Sixties counterculture and its effect on his life, entitled “The Hippies”. He credits my short story mini-collection, Through Their Strange Hours, with inspiring the essay and begins it with a review of the stories. I’m reprinting that portion of the essay below:

THE HIPPIES

I recently read a book by a Kent McDaniel, Through Their Strange Hours (2013). It is a collection of tales; and three out of four of them concern The Hippies. Kent, I suspect, lived through the Hippy Era. So did I. It is true that he lived in Illinois and I lived it in Massacchusetts. Still, while, in Boston, the atmosphere was more Liberal and the Vietnam war less popular, I doubt that what went on in our brains differed that much.

One of Kent’s stories showed this in the youth…

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Review of TTSH in Windy City Reviews

6 Jul

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Windy City Reviews recently posted a review of my e-book, Through Their Strange Hours, and I’m pasting it in below:

Book Review:Through Their Strange Hours

Through Their Strange Hours. Kent McDaniel. 52 pgs. The e-book is $0.99 and available at B&N.com, iBooks, The Kobo Store, Smashwords, and Amazon.

Reviewed by Mike O’Meary.

Storytelling that conveys warmth and humor, and transports you to another time and place.

Through Their Strange Hours by Kent McDaniel is a collection of four interconnected short stories that hang together nicely and give this collection the feeling of a novella. The stories also provide a compellingly realistic portrayal of life in southern Illinois in the late 1960s and early 1970s, a place and time where the biggest challenge was finding ways to ward off apathy and the tedium of everyday life. Accordingly, McDaniel’s characters drop in and out of school, in and out…

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review of One Less Elvis (and Other Stories) from WCR

6 Jul

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Book Review: One Less Elvis (and Other Stories)

Elvis,w effects 2One Less Elvis (& Other Stories). Kent McDaniel. Amazon Digital Services, Inc., December 20, 2013, Kindle E-Book, 64 pages.

Reviewed by David Laipple.

Chicago author Kent McDaniel shows us how to have fun with short stories, starting with a novelette, who-done-it murder mystery. The title story, One Less Elvis, is a story about Elvis impersonators prodding a reluctant police detective to find the murderer of one of their own. Kent McDaniel’s hero sleuth—retired school teacher, “white-haired geezer,” and Elvis impersonator, Brendan Culhane—weaves through the evidence and the private lives of a baker’s dozen of suspects, solving the mystery of who killed Larry “Hound Dog” Vasquez and letting the reader wonder if Elvis still drives a pick-up truck.

The first of Kent’s four other stories, Or Someplace Shining, relates how the not-very Reverend McDermott creatively resolves an adolescent’s issue…

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AND THE GLORY

6 Jul

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This story originally appeared in Palo Alto Review, Fall 2009. They called it a “fable.” I thought of it as soft science-fiction or surreal fantasy. It occurs to me now that it might be a slipstream story. I meant for it to a have an element of satire, too. It benefitted from critiques from Rich Chwedyk and Tom Bracken.

AND
THE GLORY

 

          In a fiery arc StarshipXVI roars off, high above to its orbit.  Outside with the rest Elaine watches and returns then to the pavilion to share in the bread and wine that waiters in black carry through the multitudes.  She only sips at her wine; it’s a night for revelry, but she needs her wits.  Is she not to conduct the Last Interview?                                                               

          The still air is hot, and a full moon hangs above the horizon.  She stands at the edge of the…

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Absolutely Zeke’s Blues

6 Jul

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This originally appeared in Downstate Stories in 2006. It’s a strange mainstream story or perhaps slipstream, deptending on how you see it.

ABSOLUTELY ZEKE’S BLUES

Monday night at Captain Ahab’s, six customers were in the bar, and one was applauding after each song I did. But then I knew him, and he probably wanted a ride home. He lived a few houses down from me, and that January in Carbondale, if I played on the strip, Westbound Slim usually caught a ride home with me.
He sat with some guy wearing a phosphorescent orange hunting coat and cap. Like his clothes, the stranger’s eyes glowed.
I joined them on my break, and Westbound Slim introduced his companion as Zeke. They resumed an argument they were having. While Zeke quoted Scripture, insisting we lived in the final days, Westbound Slim scoffed.
I listened to their accents. Westbound Slim looked like a…

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“Up On The Roof”

6 Jul

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“Up On The Roof” appaeared originally in M-Brane SF #6

         Here and there Watchdogs roll on their caterpillar tracks, looking like miniature tanks, except for the steel jaws. At the edge of the grounds a wall of azure light shimmers, and on an acre of lawn, several fruit trees stand at various points. Jackson Kane stands by a ladder under the apple tree. Atop the ladder perches Vern, an android, and Jackson points out the three apples he deems most delectable. Vern picks them and climbs down, a straw basket on one palm. He proffers the basket, which also contains pears and peaches. 

            Jackson scrutinizes it, as though judging a still life, and nods. He looks at Vern, who wears coveralls and work boots. Jackson wears shorts and tank top; otherwise Vern is his mirror image: the exact same young face with full lips and a wide forehead above…

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After The Magic

6 Jul

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             This story, which originally appeared in Wild Violet, falls pretty much on the cusp of traditional fantasy and magic realism.

 

 AFTER THE MAGIC

 

              On the courthouse lawn stood two gleaming statues of golden stone, a man and woman holding hands, smiling at each other.  Both stood on no base but their own feet and possessed such detail it seemed they might stroll off.  Before them, a mother and little girl stood bathed in twilight; the mother turned to an elderly man on a metal bench alone.

           “We’ve been admiring the statues.”  She lifted her hands.  “So life-like….” 

            He pulled out a handkerchief and mopped his bald head.  “Beautiful, aren’t they?”

            The little girl looked from the statues to him.  “Who made ‘em?”

            His eyes shone.   “Ah, you want to know about that?”  He gestured beside him.

            The girl plopped down beside him, and…

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