Wednesday, October 14, 2015

About the Author: preparing for the Be Chill, Cease ill book! Plus: surprise announcement


I have had no less than three motivations to plunge into what remains of our history here on this blog and as Integr8d Soul, creatively-speaking.
One: When now-new Mom Mo Medina, as President of the Rome Art Coterie, invited me to be their speaker on the topic Making Comics, I began compiling a slide show revisiting the greatest influences in the history of American and Japanese comics, and the ingredients behind our own genesis as creators, featuring Danger Bot and the world of Sunstrike, two of our biggest front burner projects, one in comics (our first Manga) and one in prose (our first science fiction novel). Once I figure out how best to achieve the voice overs for the middle section, my seventy minute DVD will be ready for limited distribution, and I hope it can become a presentation at future conventions.

Two: When TJ died, I spent a lot of time reflecting in the spirit of the man, and realized this was a sign to collect the first volume of these writings, as requested before by those who want a nice, pulpy book instead of columns on a screen. Now I could dedicate the book to the one reader for whom I began writing these, and also, dedicate it to a new life beginning, my friends Mo and Hai's baby girl Penelope. Dedication to the rich history and the future wide open still ahead.


Three: Eager for the trial by fire of making their own movie, while brainstorming for a strong hook, our friends here in Rome discussed how much fun Angela and I have brought to their friends' lives by simply showing all you need is the love of what you make (and when you can imagine for whom it's made, the energy's always there), so they should let nothing paralyze the rich inner lives they, too, foster. At worst, you're gonna die, anyway, and you don't really know when! Why ridicule your own need to create, when you can always find out why do it at all as you go along. So, they got a project in mind, figuring it would remain inspirational enough to them to see it clearly from its end and speak to every one of us who want to create our own pieces of culture, no matter what cares the world. The announcement of that project can be found here for the first time publicly at the end of my final page for Be Chill Volume One. I hear it's a cool engagement you can make with the reader, to show them a little of the cat behind the doing of this thing.

SO:




About the Author

Cecil Disharoon, Jr. freelanced for the Crimson & White campus newspaper while on Presidential Scholarship to the University of Alabama. As Creative Director of Tuscaloosa's Planet Weekly under Sean Johnson, Cecil began writing in his personable style for feature articles, including the humorous science column, Ask Dr. Chickenhead. His wife Angela's poems inspired him to write songs again, and the next several years went towards writing mostly songs, several complete chapters, and short stories. He probably graduated, too.

In 2005, the Disharoons took a chance on a shoestring budget and two Greyhound tickets. They made a new life for themselves in San Diego, California, where the duo performed and recorded as Integr8d Soul. In 2012, they began playing parties as Soul Rocket Ba-Doom, first an Elton John cover project, which later focused on Anime theme songs, in an atttempt to perform for cosplay and comics conventions anywhere. Integr8dsoul can be found on Reverbnation.com and Bandcamp.com, as well as Facebook, Google Sites, and live Internet broadcasts.

After years of home made coloring book stories and mini-comics, Cecil's youthful love of comic books awakened in new efforts. Their first Not Another Comic Book was drawn and presented to kind creative professionals in 2007, leading to self-printed, locally sold mini-comics and a full-sized Not Another Comic Book in 2008, inspired by the city's famous International Comic Con, hosted in their downtown neighborhood. Cecil decided to somehow progress, albeit more slowly, with music, comics, and more writing. The blog he began for his childhood friends focused on life in California from a very personal inner perspective, his creative projects, the local artists and occasions he and Angela attended. Integr8d Fix was his concurrent blog with several pastiche stories intended to work out aspects of his unfinished novel Tranz, and finally write full stories with many of his childhood favorite characters. This evolved into reviews of interesting runs of American comics and a brief retrospective on some of Japanese animation's monuments. He also shared their beginner drawing struggles & tips, and the progress of Integr8dsoul.

In 2009 the Disharoons created Happy Surprise and the Search For Complete Disappearland, a surreal and inventive children's story featuring characters from Mysti Hazel's Garden, a recurrent setting in their broader fictional universe. In 2012 they assembled the first volume of Kat's Electric Thieves, a collection of eighteen erotic short stories, later expanded with new material and a frame narrative that gives each story an individual character author, writing for the other two. Before leaving their adopted city, in the summer of 2013, Cecil finally achieved the novel he'd wanted to write for eighteen years with I'd Go Anywhere With You, based on the feelings and times at the beginning of his relationship with Angela, as an indie-film style romance novel, published May 5, 2014, the anniversary of their arrival in California.

At the time of this fourth book, while re-visiting Georgia, the Disharoons became the subject of a film documentary, Anywhere With You, directed by Jeremy Justice and Mary de Mesquita.


The Facebook page for the movie:
https://www.facebook.com/Anywhere-With-You-1505369263117482/


Bridge painting on our cover created by Mario Torero, pictured above on the right, and is featured in Chicano Park, San Diego, California.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

Same Mistake (James Blunt) Lyron & the Marc Kane


A Better Place: for our blog's first and faithful reader, our friend TJ Jones


I started painting this three days after my friend TJ died. I may have laid the base coat the night of that final morning.
Those three days were surprisingly joyous; as I painted Rylo Ken and hung out with my wife, A. Dawn, we felt TJ's presence well up from deep in our core, the part of him that will be with us always, vibrant and strong, free to celebrate his freedom with his spirit. I had just begun painting in earnest this spring, and did not have a long history of frustration with it; painting fit right in alongside learning Japanese songs or electric bass with embracing new things of late. For these years I've been drawing in pencil, I've yearned to give you more color, and thanks to A-Dawn, we're acrylic and idyllic!

I came to see I'd have nothing suitable completed for his funeral, not even with overnight delivery. Then, I took a wonderful trip to finally take up a three year long invitation from my friend DAK, in the mountain- a good break to keep from the gloom. Now, we were in a crash that totaled our truck on the way back, but even then, we were basically OK as was Mr. Hahn, and fully covered, if dismayed. As Pop and Charlie drove us home from the Wal-Mart where we'd holed up thanks to the tow driver, we get a text: remember that movie we said we wanted to do? She got the Grant! We can start filming the documentary if you're still good!

We Good, We Good!

On some level, I got this painting to many stages where it looked in some way brilliant. Yet, my haste to send it to Oklahoma, absent of TJ himself, dissipated. I began thinking of it becoming an object to associate so much so with grief that it might be put away one day soon as a bad memory marker. So I waited. I learned a lot about painting this time out. There's still something wrong with it. But when would I ever want to finish a memorial painting for a best friend in the world like TJ? You NEVER want to face that. But you do. So much more intense for his wife and daughter. This is really for them, because he was really theirs, most of all.

Encouragement. Companionship. More real world trouble than 99% of the human race, but for the time he came on to chat or even share a call on the phone, he was these things 100% personified. He was honest from the start when we reconnected that I couldn't actually expect him to live anything like a normal life span now, and eventually he prepared me to begin making peace with the fact that one day, any day, the final message would come. In this life's world, anyway. Beyond a bit of death in the way, we're pretty much inseparable!

Here we are, singing one of his absolute favorite songs (favorite?) for his birthday in 2013.

By request from big Red himself:

This joy he strove to achieve in his agony reflects here. His daughter seemed very protective of her poor hurting Pa, in the sweet photo I modeled over and over again. His smile masked tremendous pain! But with Mama's help, they did make joy. The hardest part is going on to live a life while the person you love suffers alone at home, but TJ is beyond loneliness now, and pain. What a triumph it was to live. What a triumph it was to die. In their love, they found "A Better Place." That emotional place of family love, as viewed by the mother, is where the painting is set.

I will never forget his courage, for he has been part of my support system again not only these past six (at present)years, but on so many days when he could not reach anyone at all, and I was writing good stories about my lost friend as early as 2000 or so, this jazz-inspired story about us on the loose in Shannon as young'uns. He gave me a seat for his darkest demons, and allowed me to intuit many things too hard for emotional people to read, and tell him what I thought. We could do this because TJ, unlike so many people, never ever looked down on me, nor I, him. All his false sense of self-importance had been destroyed when the disease beyond diagnosis tore away his world beyond his will. Yet, he was glad for that, to be more pure as a spirit, while more crippled as a body. But yes, I know he missed a regular life, and there was no one more grateful for those who never really gave up on him.




Go to the very first post of this blog, if you want some idea of my friend; it's just a little thing, but I wrote it because I began this blog in Feb. 2009 for the purpose of TJ having my writing to read. It's time now to write this and maybe four other posts to tie up Volume One into a collection I can dedicate to Teej. He and I even began notes for a book about opioid addiction, with anecdotes included to make the case for cannabanoids.


I'm leaning on the first three years of posts for content, but many of my stories have a shot at appearing in Integr8d Fix vol. one by Christmas season. Besides, like TJ, I often have been at my best when I am simply a few words to read at your leisure. Our mutual friend Paula Hill Lewis asked me to make a printed book I think three years back now, and she'll be the first to know. Hope to end the month with Be Chill, Cease ill in print. Hope with me?

What a long, strange trip it's been.
RIP Troy Heath Jones, "B'Joy," "TJ" "Certified Electrician at age eleven."