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June 14, 2019
New Single from The Coomers: Skeleton
Good morning, y’all,
Need a little Friday morning pick-me-up?
How about some Kentucky-fried rock ‘n roll to kick off the weekend?
Well, The Coomers have got y’all covered. Ethan, Ross, and I recorded a handful of songs live, in-studio with Brett Siler of Mother Brain Sound Infrastructure on the other side of the Ohio River in Evansville, Indiana.
We’ve got the first pairing ready fer ye.
You can stream Skeleton at all the usual places or, if you’re feeling generous & want to support a fledgling band on the up & up, you can purchase the two tracks for a measly two bucks on our Bandcamp page.
A-Side: Skeleton
B-Side: Cloudy
Brett snapped a few shots of us hard at it.
LINKS
HyperFollow
Bandcamp
Youtube
Spotify
Apple Music & iTunes
Deezer (whatever that is…)
June 2, 2019
On the Radar Podcast Interview & Performance
Evening, y’all,
I sat down with the Podfather and the good folks at Bike Rack Records in Bowling Green, Ohio two Sundays ago for a little shoot-the-shit. We talked about songwriting, pizza naps, book-writing, three-hour restaurant gigs, cover band culture, sad sex, success, burning it all down, and a whole slew of other things sprinkled with toilet humor. Yes, I apologized to my momma.
I got to talk about a bunch of my projects: Lost, Long Gone, Forgotten Records; Groove Canoe; Goddamn It Anyway; From a Living Room on Larchmont; my novels (Rush’s Deal, The Fetishists, Shining the Light, & The Devil’s Gospel); my poetry collection Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems.
I got to tell everybody how excited I am that I have two new records in the works: Badlands, a split full-length with Z.P. Kunkle (Minglewood Labor Camp) of narrative songs set in, you guessed it, the Badlands of the Dakotas AND a six-song EP from my band The Coomers.
I accidentally let it slip that I have a new novel, Memorabilia, coming out later this year on 11:11 Press.
Mike and Mark were even kind enough to let me play two songs in the studio: Smell the Roses and Badlands #3.
The entire episode was made possible by the good folks over at Nestlé, who would like you to try their newest, bestest, most chocolatest product yet:
Nestlé Chocolate Tears
Delicious.
A.S. Coomer
LINKS
May 3, 2019
American Cults: An Interview with A.S. Coomer in Entropy
Evening, y’all,
I hope Friday finds you well and ready for the weekend. I’m spending a few days out in the Rockies doing a little hiking with my head in the clouds. I got to check out the Stanley Hotel, which inspired Stephen King’s The Shining & hike up to the top of Deer Mountain with my wife.
If you’re looking for something quick to read, Matthew Haase and I recently spoke about my new novel The Devil’s Gospel, American cults, the Red River Gorge, and more. Entropy was kind enough to publish the interview here.
Have some fun this weekend.
All the best,
A.S. Coomer
[image error]Looking mighty hangry up on Deer Mountain.
April 25, 2019
The Fetishists Audiobook Is Out Now On Audible
Morning, y’all,
Listened to any good audiobooks lately? I have. Riley Sager’s Final Girls & Val McDermid’s Forensics were two recent books I listened to while running.
If you need something subversive and dark for your earholes, The Fetishists, as narrated by Sean Duregger, is available on Audible now. It’s five hours and eight minutes of debts and bad pain: the perfect soundtrack for a car trip with your in-laws. Give it a shot.
-A.S. Coomer
[image error]The Fetishists is now on Audible.
March 27, 2019
Publisher Interview #2—Analog Submission Press—Out Now in Red Fez
Afternoon, y’all,
I hope you enjoyed my first publisher interview for Red Fez. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, I spoke with Kindra Sowder of Burning Willow Press, an indie publisher of Speculative Fiction. Read that one here.
For my second interview in this series, I picked Marc Brüseke’s brain. He runs a small press based out of the UK & South Africa called Analog Submission Press that primarily focuses on hand-made/hand-numbered/limited edition chapbooks. You can read that one here.
You can learn even more about Analog Submission Press (and purchase their wonderful books) here. Make sure to follow ASP on Twitter, Instagram, & Tumblr.
Long Live the Word!
-A.S. Coomer
March 6, 2019
The Devil’s Gospel Out Now!
Morning, y’all,
My new novel, The Devil’s Gospel, is out today. It’s a thriller set in the rolling hills of Kentucky. The novel delves into wayward parental expectations, religious fanaticism, endemic plants, and more! There’s even an orangumantis (what you get when you cross an orangutan and a praying mantis).
From the back cover:
Biology Professor Kevin Ballard finds his quiet life rocked by a series of vicious mysterious events.
First, his mother is slain in his childhood home. Then his girlfriend (and research assistant) is kidnapped from their cabin and he finds that the plant he’s studying is apparently being used in strange local rituals.
To top it all off, the police think Kevin is somehow involved. Who wants to wreck his life and why?
You can buy a paperback copy of The Devil’s Gospel here or the Kindle version here.
Big thanks to my editor at Wild Rose Windy Goodloe, the book is much stronger for all our work together. Special thanks to S.L. Kerns, Aaron Hawkins, Vivian Baumgardner, Juanita Wigginton, and Sherry Coomer for reading earlier drafts and making suggestions.
Happy reading, y’all!
-A.S. Coomer
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Page Count: 226
Word Count: 56053
978-1-5092-2159-2 Paperback
978-1-5092-2160-8 Digital
Excerpt
The storm broke before Evelyn could put any of the windows up. She had them open on account of the warmer weather. The spring was finally showing and, with it, the unexpected heavy thunderstorms she used to be so scared of when she was younger. She hurried about the first floor, slamming windows shut and sliding on the already wet hardwood.
She closed both deck doors and raced upstairs as the storm raged into culmination. It looked like a broken faucet, the way water was streaming into the house, soaking the carpets. She’d just had them cleaned, too.
“Stupid, fickle woman,” she called herself.
After closing all the windows, she set about soaking up the water from the carpets. She laid out thick bath towels under the windows and, on her hands and knees, pressed and pressed. She moved back downstairs and wrapped bath towels around her feet and scooted across the slippery hardwood.
The thunderous roar of the storm had settled into a kind of grumbling, like great sleeping beasts rested just outside the windows in the steaming fog. She had just dropped the last wet towel into the hamper when the lights cut out. She stood straight up and groped about blindly with her hands for something to steady herself on. She found the dresser and held onto it with both hands while squinting into the inky, hot darkness. She forced herself to slow her breathing but couldn’t help feeling that childish fright with each flash of lightning and rumble of thunder.
She made it down the narrow hall, her hand sliding down across the wall, keeping her path straight in the dark, looking out the window with a fear she didn’t want to acknowledge.
A soundless lightning strike illuminated the empty, wet county road out front. The wall she was guiding herself with ended. She crossed the mudroom into the kitchen slowly, just able to make out the shapes of the walls. She couldn’t recall it ever being this dark before. Not since she was a little girl. And most nights seemed as dark as dark could be.
She tried the kitchen light switch before she could catch herself; some things were just reflex. She cursed herself under her breath and felt her way around the kitchen to the cabinet with the flashlight. She switched it on, and it flickered to life, coppery and weak. She crossed the kitchen back to the mudroom, opened a drawer of the cupboard, and got out the matches and tealight candles. She lit the candles one by one and set them on tables, cabinets, and desks about the first floor.
The thunder bellowed loudly, the beasts threatening to unleash the full din of the storm upon the old house again.
She winced at the lightning strike so near to the house and dropped the flashlight. Just outside the window, in the front yard, it seemed. The flashlight had gone out, so she reached down to pick it up. She flicked the switch several times, still crouched on her haunches, her aged knees and ankles creaking. The flashlight wouldn’t come back on.
“Fickle, clumsy old git,” she cussed herself.
She took the broken flashlight in one hand and set the other on her knee and heaved herself back to her feet.
Lightning flashed out front. A tall, slender dark shape just off the front porch flickered in the strike’s incandescence.
February 15, 2019
Publisher Interviews #1—Burning Willow Press—Out Now in Red Fez
Morning, y’all.
As most of you know, I’m a full-time writer and musician. What little money I earn, I earn from Art (capital A, mother truckers). I’m particularly interested in book publishing and the world of indie publishing. So, I’ve got the green light from the mighty Red Fez (thanks to Chris Lambert for the go-ahead) for a series of interviews with indie publishers and presses about who they are, what they do, & why they do it.
For my first interview, I chatted with Kindra Sowder, CEO/President/Co-Founder of Burning Willow Press, an independent publisher of Speculative Fiction.
You can read the interview here.
You can learn even more about BWP (and purchase their wonderful books) here. Make sure to follow them on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, & Youtube.
Long live the word!
-A.S. Coomer
January 31, 2019
Writing the Rapids Podcast Interview & Reading
Good morning, y’all!
Hope you’re staying warm out there. That polar vortex is the pits. I had boogers freeze in my nose last night. Not one of my favorite sensations.
Anyway, I had the pleasure of talking about writing with Joe Bielecki for his excellent podcast: Writing the Rapids. We talk about Shining the Light, The Fetishists, poetry, true crime, tattoos, indie bookstores, subversive literature, and all kinds of other literary stuff. Joe was even kind enough to let me read a few poems from my new collection: Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems (Alien Buddha Press).
Listen to the episode here or here.
Follow Joe on Twitter. Help him make more podcasts.
Buy a copy of Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems from Alien Buddha Press‘ store here or, if you want a signed copy, buy one directly from me here. Buy copies of Shining the Light and The Fetishists here & here.
Stay warm, friends!
-A.S. Coomer
December 28, 2018
Ten New Poems in Masks Still Aren’t Enough
Afternoon,
Hope you’re all safely recovering from yet another holiday season. Hopefully you got to see your loved ones and tell them how much you love & appreciate them. Maybe you even got to give a gift or two. I gave my brother a cowbell & I received a tenor banjo–God help our poor wives’ ears.
In poetry news, I’ve got ten new poems in Alien Buddha Press‘ new anthology Masks Still Aren’t Enough: More Poetic Responses to the Art of Marcel Herms. This is a really cool collection of ten poets writing ten poems each to ten pieces of Marcel Herms‘ art. Poets include Ryan Quinn Flanagan, Matt Borczon, Eliana Vanessa, A.S. Coomer, Levi Dunn, Thasia Anne, Nikki Knight, Heidi Blakeslee, Mark Hartenbach, and Red Focks. There’s a foreword by Jay Miner.
Get your copy on Amazon today.
-A.S. Coomer
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December 20, 2018
Signed Copies of Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems Available Now
Sick of buying stuff for others yet?
Why not get yourself a little something?
How about a little poetry?
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Signed copies of Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems, my first full-length collection of poetry, are available directly from me here:
One Signed Copy of Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems
One signed copy of Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems by A.S. Coomer.
Flirting with Disaster & Other Poems is the debut poetry collection from writer & musician A.S. Coomer. The collection consists of sixty poems in an 86-page perfectly-bound paperback, including the Thelma Prize winning poem I’m not sure how I feel about the sound, Pushcart nominee The Old Skins of the New Snake, & several previously published & unpublished poems.
$13.00
The book is 86 pages long, perfectly-bound and contains sixty poems, including the Thelma Prize winning poem I’m not sure how I feel about the sound as well as Pushcart Nominee The Old Skins of the New Snake.
Thanks for reading & happy holidaze, y’all.
-A.S. Coomer
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