tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-829914343732583102024-02-19T01:48:44.839-08:00DiadsDiadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-12657063249267074742017-04-12T08:07:00.001-07:002018-01-04T17:17:58.098-08:00Time Delay<span style="font-family: inherit;">It has become apparent to me that there has been and will be a delay in the production of the third Diads album on my end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">One of the reasons for blogging about the progress of the album was to give outsiders a bit of an inside view of the process and what was going into the finished piece. And while a delay may not be welcome news, it's certainly reality and a part of what many projects go through. As you may have noticed over the past month, there hasn't been a new post updating all of you wonderful people. Mostly, I won't be writing a post for the sake of it. I'll be posting again when progress resumes, and I can get back into the </span>mind frame<span style="font-family: inherit;"> to do so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">So, what's the hold up, buddy?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In short, life. March has been a busy month for me, and I've had practically no time to work on music. Besides my day job (and overtime), family stuff, an out-of-town trip, and other responsibilities, I have my hand in many different things, and I refuse to push all of that aside to work solely on music. I can't. Also, as can be read in <a href="http://blog.grahamsedam.com/2016/08/put-music-on-hold-its-summer.html" target="_blank">a post at my blog</a>, once summer arrives, working on music becomes more difficult, however, not impossible given the right circumstances. But, I will have time to work on music going forward, and during that time, I have another project I need to work on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Last fall, I was approached with the idea of writing music for a show. It will be a locally-based (Minneapolis, MN) fishing show with the aspirations of a 20 episode season being filmed this year. Pre-production for the show has already started. While that is the goal, the possibility of this year being a “trial” year has been considered, and if that becomes the case, the goal then would be to ultimately put together and release a video package to promote and create a buzz for the show. While I took the opportunity seriously last fall, I had no idea what kind of time frame the show creator was suggesting. After talking more about it with him this past January, it became obvious that I needed to get moving on the music, because the plan was to start filming in May.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I have tried to juggle two projects so far this year, and although it worked for a couple of months, I have realized it's not going to work for the next unknown amount of months. Initially, last fall and into January, I was under the assumption that the third Diads album was going to be a quick and dirty </span>endeavor<span style="font-family: inherit;">, and I had my sights set on June being a goal to shoot for. After discussions with my bandmate about the songs, reality having its say with how my time is spent, and the need to have music ready for the show, I decided I needed to stop working on the album and pick it back up when it was a better time to do so. Also, I have more music projects beyond the Diads album and the show lined up, and I don't want to dwell and overthink too much on any of them. Part of that means I need to be able to focus on one project and be able to just DO the work and be done.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">While I would like to work on finishing the album, I see the show as an opportunity too good to pass up. I've thought about breaking into this part of the business but haven't put any effort into doing so. This opportunity found me, and I'm going to see where it goes. It's something I've never done. I will get paid. It may lead to future opportunities. As long as the show continues, I will continue to write music for it. However, after the initial batch, work can be done more casually; This is my educated assumption.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another aspect of this opportunity that isn't lost on me is that I'm actually writing music. For some of my projects, including Diads, I'm adding a part or parts to a song written by someone else. While this can be fun and force me to think differently and adapt to their vision, I'm only able to get so much personal satisfaction out of the process and the finished product. With other projects, such as my solo project, <a href="http://www.messofitall.com/" target="_blank">Mess of it ALL</a>, I have such a large backlog of songs that are almost finished or in the least started that writing something new from scratch feels counterproductive and just adds to the backlog. So, I have a vehicle in my <a href="http://sound.grahamsedam.com/" target="_blank">audio services</a> in which to write new music or revive scraps of ideas I've recorded over the years but most likely just record new ideas. Of course, the client needs to be happy with the material, but so do I or it's not worth it to me. The show has provided me with a new and different challenge that I'm excited to rise up to. It can only help me to get better and grow within the craft.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In conclusion, you'll hear more from me when I have more to say about the third Diads album. I plan to get back to it by the end of the year, but my crystal ball is too foggy to tell you when exactly that will be. In the meantime, please consider checking in with me at my <a href="http://blog.grahamsedam.com/search/label/THE%20R%26D%20WORKSHOP" target="_blank">Workshop</a> from time to time. That is the place I give updates on all of the projects and ventures I'm working on, music or otherwise. It’s a new concept I’m trying, and based upon how it's going so far, it'll be updated at least every month or two. Also, I blog regularly <a href="http://blog.grahamsedam.com/" target="_blank">here</a> about anything and everything, sometimes briefly or in length.</span><br />
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As the title to this post suggests, there's a very good chance I currently have influenza. There's only been one confirmed case in my family, but a few of us seem to have had it at some point in the last week or so. It doesn't seem to be hitting me as hard as it has in the past, which is obviously great, and even though I'm still working overtime this week at my day job, recording vocals seems to be out.</div>
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It would seem like a good time to do some catch-up on the mixing side of this project. I have multiple vocal takes to sort through that I've recorded recently for a handful of songs, and I'll have to go through them and make decisions at some point anyway. I'm pretty much left with a few hours this week to do this. Today, actually. The rest of the week has been and will be filled with responsibilities and my day job.</div>
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Hopefully, I will find some time this week to listen to the songs that don't have lyrics and give them a mulling over. There are three songs to be exact. Even though I feel there is more singing to be done on the songs that have lyrics, I'm trying to keep the recording vocals aspect coming at a consistent pace. I PLAN to be back in better health next week to accomplish that. Let's hope so!</div>
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Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-948581248625436302017-02-21T07:04:00.001-08:002017-02-21T07:08:55.473-08:00Back In Action<div dir="ltr">
I've recently started recording vocals. As can be read in a post ("<a href="http://blog.grahamsedam.com/2017/02/whats-in-booth.html" target="_blank">What's In The Booth?</a>") at my personal blog, I was holding off on recording this winter until I had a sound-treated booth built. However, don't be fooled into thinking that I would have already been recording vocals had it been built earlier. Now that it's done, being able to work on the album, at this point, is only a matter of timing and the lyrical content available.</div>
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I had reached a point with mixing where doing any more work without having all of the pieces present wasn't going to be helpful. There comes a point where work being done may have to be reworked to accommodate and blend in new parts. I've been through the process enough times to know this. Plus, breaks are always good when it comes to working on music in any capacity. The problems usually come from taking breaks that are too long or not breaking at all. That doesn't mean <i>not</i> working on anything related, just the act of working one song or project to its death. This is my opinion, at least. Like I said, I've been through it enough times.</div>
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Last week, I recorded some vocals and tried out some ideas. I didn't get nearly as far as I would've liked, but a start is a start and without that there's nothing. I wasn't able to work for more than a few hours due to a plethora of responsibilities barking at me. Considering I needed the bulk of my free time to get a good start on another musical project, I left last week with a drive to get much more accomplished this week. Plenty of time is spoken for already. It's going to be tough. But, as far as music goes, I'll only be working on Diads.</div>
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For the foreseeable future, as far as this project is concerned, I will be focused on vocals and lyrics until they're done. I'll throw in some light mixing depending on where I'm at in the process or how my week is going. Also, I'll want to have something to show Tim to get his feedback on.</div>
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So far, I think it's going well. The swiftness of the process up until now may have given me some false presumptions about this next phase of the albums development that I'm currently in. Recording vocals and writing the missing lyrics will certainly take its fair share of time to work through. Regardless, I'm excited to be moving forward!</div>
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I do have periods of time where I write lyrics more often than not. It doesn't always depend on actively working on a particular project, but it does help with the motivation. I've been writing more in general over the past year, which is a good thing, but it does force me to decide what I'm going to work on. Currently, I am writing for my personal blog, this blog for a "blogging the album" series, and also lyrics. Any other writing I may or may not be doing is strictly top-secret. However, you may be able to tickle it out of me. </div>
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Don't despair my friends! There are quite a bit of lyrics already written. Some of them are for specific songs and some are just existing in a vacuum. Much like I mentioned in the prior paragraph, sometimes it's just good to write thoughts down and move on without any motives. The future has a funny way of changing perceptions and giving use to what seemed useless.</div>
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With the third Diads album, it's a bit of a mixed bag. I know I will need to start recording vocals soon for the songs that will need them. My schedule demands it. I must progress. It wasn't until the past two weeks that it really hit me. I better get to work on lyrics for the songs that need them. NEED obviously being an opinion I hold.</div>
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So, I shall be directing a percentage of my focus on this until I've accomplished the objective.</div>
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Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-32547821778385538842017-01-31T07:01:00.000-08:002017-01-31T07:01:59.466-08:00The Evolution Of Evolution<div dir="ltr">
I never intended, and certainly won't stick to, writing a post for each song. The last post, "Gravity, A History," did talk about one song, <i>Gravity</i>. I'm sure I'll have more to say on that before the album's finished since it's not done yet. For now, I'll speak about another song. I'm pretty sure it'll be called <i>Evolution</i> or have that word in the title. Maybe, <i>The Evolution of Evolution</i>?</div>
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This song started as a bit of a jam session with Tim and me. We haven't had <i>too</i> many of these over the years, but they used to pop up occasionally. Our process has mostly been Tim writing music and then I would write lyrics and add vocals. There have been plenty of instances Tim has contributed to lyrics or a melody for the vocals, and I likewise have contributed to the music through playing bass guitar. The recording engineering aspect is done pretty equally between Tim and me, but I do most of the mix engineering myself.</div>
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For the particular jam session that produced this song, Tim had written a simple drum pattern and let it play in the background as we fiddled with our instruments. I had brought my electric guitar and was trying some things with that. Tim was on his bass doing the same. We liked what we were coming up with and felt good about it becoming a new song.</div>
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I don't remember exactly what else happened. We may have recorded that session, but I don't remember there being a file from it. We do everything with computers, so that file might have been erased. What I do remember is getting an email with a file from Tim that had drums and bass recorded on it that was a replica of what we had played during our jam session. By the time I had received the file, maybe a few days or a week later, I had either forgotten the parts I played or was inspired to do something different. I think it was the latter. It's been many years. Things get forgotten. I do know I was and am super excited about the guitar parts I wrote and recorded.</div>
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I had written and recorded some vocals many years ago to some of the parts in the song. I've been debating since whether or not to add vocals to one part in particular. I have written some lyrics over the past year that could potentially be used and / or modified. What it really comes down to at this point is playing the song and experimenting with vocal ideas. In the past, I wasn't feeling the musical vibe we had created in a vocal sense. That could be different now. Or, there could be no vocals. I'm not big on that idea as of now since my opinion is that it wouldn't seem right when the vocals do come in during the parts I know I want to have vocals.</div>
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Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-62041605043332851212017-01-25T06:57:00.000-08:002017-01-30T18:13:40.578-08:00Gravity, A History<div dir="ltr">
We've had a song called <i>Gravity</i> in our back pocket for some time now. If I can correctly recall, I believe it was mostly written and recorded pre-soundtrack. Well, this song is number one on our list of songs to be on the new Diads release. There's no track list yet, but it could very well be the opening track.</div>
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We originally wanted to re-record the guitars on the track, because we didn't like the sound we got years ago. Due to some difficulties in re-recording, I decided I would try to make the mix work again, but this time, I would take a completely different approach. Instead of mixing the guitars to the rest of the instruments, I would mix the song around the guitars. By doing this, the guitars hopefully wouldn't sound out of place to us. You can only do so much "in the mix." Also, I've learned some new tricks and plug-ins since then, so I have more experience going into it this time.</div>
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I bought myself an electronic drum kit in January of 2012. It had been a long time coming. Tim suggested I play drums for the song as he wasn't happy with how his programmed drum track turned out. I liked the idea of writing and recording a drum track for it. I used the drums that Tim created as a starting point to influence the direction I went in. I recorded many takes and saved most of them to either use or at least listen to as a tool to remember or improve upon. This was all done in 2012. And now, in 2017, after listening through those tracks, I will be creating one master drum track out of a few of those. I am happy with what I wrote and performed for this song. I believe my drum track gives the song some pep and the drive it was lacking.</div>
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The vocals have been done for a long time as well. Maybe you don't understand this as a listener, but songs can take a long time to come out. Many reasons can be given, and it's not just us amateurs. It happens even with the big names. And although the vocals have been done, I've been back and forth on whether or not I want to re-record them. I'm leaning towards re-recording them at this point. I think I can get a better performance. But, if I can't, then I guess I'll have my answer. Maybe, it'll be a hybrid of both. One thing I know for sure is that I will be doing another round of vocal recordings. When exactly may be the better question.</div>
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What's left, then? Well, the bass. The often overlooked instrument in rock music, not that we do straight-up rock music much. Ironically, though, this song is about as "straight-up rock" as we get. While the bass does add nicely to this song, there's not much to comment on at this point. It, along with guitars, is recorded and done. All that's left is to enhance the bass and blend it into the mix. </div>
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Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-43763553775251526962017-01-18T07:29:00.001-08:002017-01-18T07:29:32.199-08:00Let's Play A Little Game Of Catch-up<div dir="ltr">
So, it's been awhile. I decided to put up a post here, obviously. I've been thinking about it. For how long? I don't know, but it's more than just a random act of writing. I guess the next part would be to play catch-up, but not throw in too many details.</div>
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Diads as a group has been mostly dormant since the release of <i>Early Mourning</i> and its soundtrack, but Tim and I have been busy no less. Our personal lives have been front and center, and since being Diads is not our only outlet for creativity, we have strayed from any focus on it whatsoever. We would love for you to visit our personal sites to see what we've been up to. The links for those are actually in the banner to this website, though, they are abbreviated. My personal web-hub for all things Graham is fittingly named <a href="http://www.grahamsedam.com/" target="_blank">grahamsedam.com</a>, and Tim's center-of-the-net is <a href="http://www.timkressfiction.com/" target="_blank">TimKressFiction.com</a>.</div>
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While I do have a personal blog at the aforementioned site, I do want to try and be more "present" with my projects and their sites. That may come as a post on the Diads blog or may be a link to a related post on my personal blog. I can't hope for others to be engaged when I am not. This is what I plan to do, I can't speak for Tim.</div>
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I released an EP, <i>The Depth of Layers</i>, last year under my solo project, <a href="http://www.messofitall.com/" target="_blank">Mess of it ALL</a>. It's a six song set that is lyrically (and even a bit musically) inspired by the classic novel, <i>DUNE</i>. I also finished mastering an album, <i>Reflections</i>, that is for a project I'm a part of called <a href="https://www.reverbnation.com/colourthemoon" target="_blank">Colour the Moon</a>. It seems natural to me that I should turn to Diads for the next release.</div>
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Back when Tim and I were almost completely focused on Diads, Tim had written a lot of music. What this means now is that there is material we want to finish and release that has been saved in cold storage. While Tim has basically done his part, I now have my role to play. These songs are in various states and some need more work than others. Dependent upon how much work is required, how much time is available to work, and the vibes we are getting with the material, the next release will be an EP or an LP. I can't read the future well enough to know. I'm thinking an EP is most likely.</div>
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Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-74693286245857638912011-05-16T15:50:00.000-07:002011-05-16T15:50:02.538-07:00New Video From Early MourningLast Thursday, we released a new video for the song <i>Prologue. Fuck This Name</i> off of <i>Early Mourning, a soundtrack to the novel by the same name</i>. Watch many times. Tell your friends and enemies. Purchase the album and be the envy of all who haven't. Be all you can be.<br />
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After a longer than anticipated wait, we now have <i>Early Mourning, a soundtrack to the novel by the same name</i> CD's. You can buy the CD through ReverbNation if you just want the CD. The ones we got are in case you want to purchase a package at our store (diads.net/music.htm). We have 2 currently available, the Early Mourning Package and the Early Mourning + Make You Dirty packages. The sale for these is through PayPal, but you don't need to have an account with them.<br />
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Downloads are of course available. Places you can purchase the Diads music library are i-Tunes, eMusic, Amazon MP3 and ReverbNation.<br />
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If you would like to listen to our music over the internet, there are many options. We earn money from plays on some sites. It helps pay for doing the music. One of those places is Last.FM, another is ReverbNation. Please go there and give our songs a listen, then buy a package at our site.<br />
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Okay. Good talk.Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-31004805092067973712010-10-04T18:04:00.001-07:002010-10-04T18:17:36.779-07:00Join Our Mailing ListHey. We are going to start a mailing list. Actually, have started but now we need you, the fans and listeners of Diads music to offer up your email address of choice and join. We plan to send one out every three months and hope you will enjoy keeping up to date with the happenings of Diads.<br />
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Also, take a look at our video for the song, <i>Break: Him</i> from our new album, <i>Early Mourning, a soundtrack to the novel by the same name</i>.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp7YVyXuTzgam5049gHLznDF6O2nz-nGCsfvpo0Iu0YgMsn3bT8Cvuhl98pMcIGKrob0Pod6_TqCcTqehUAy5n0KVOxDSUFqNENSXKeAr-2hOIMBtgFYf_d8e5G5WHES0haCje59LCaXz/s1600/Cover+to+size.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPp7YVyXuTzgam5049gHLznDF6O2nz-nGCsfvpo0Iu0YgMsn3bT8Cvuhl98pMcIGKrob0Pod6_TqCcTqehUAy5n0KVOxDSUFqNENSXKeAr-2hOIMBtgFYf_d8e5G5WHES0haCje59LCaXz/s200/Cover+to+size.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today we are sending our album, <em>Early Mourning, a soundtrack to the novel by the same name </em>out into the world. This album has 19 songs that are whimsically guaranteed to rip the skin from your ear drums in some kind of majestic aural musical experience. </span><br />
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If you're planning on getting a physical copy of the soundtrack as well as the novel, we have <a href="http://diads.net/music.htm">bundle deals</a> that will save you some money. At present we are having some issues with the manufactory making our CDs, so if you order the bundle deal, know that it will take some time to get it, though not much. If you <em>do</em> get the bundle deal, the novel will come to you signed by Tim and with a free bookmark, while supplies last. Of course. <br />
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Please go <a href="https://www.createspace.com/3458804">here</a>, and get yourself a copy. Or, click the cover, and it'll take you to the Early Mourning store.<br />
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If you're uncomfortable using Tim's personal store, the store he gets the most royalties from, you are welcome to get it on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Early-Mourning-Tim-Kress/dp/1453609679/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1283121474&sr=8-2">Amazon.com</a>. But really, wouldn't you rather give Tim the money for the book than giving Amazon a big chunk of the change?<br />
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It's up to you, but either way, know that Tim loves you.<br />
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Also, you can get it for Amazon's Kindle, or the Kindle App for you smart phone. Check it out <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Early-Mourning-ebook/dp/B00403N0UA/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&m=AG56TWVU5XWC2&s=digital-text&qid=1283121474&sr=8-4">here</a>.<br />
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Sometime in the near future Early Mourning will be available for the Sony eReader thing and also through Apple's iBookstore. Tim will let you know when that happens.<br />
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If you prefer to get the book from a physical store place, you'll have to wait, but it should be happening soon. Big(ish) news concerning that will be coming in the next week or so. Please check Tim's site at <a href="http://timkressfiction.com/">TimKressFiction.com</a> regularly for updates on the book.<br />
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<div style="margin: 0px;">Today also marks the release of our new video for the song, <i>Break: Him</i>. Please enjoy.<br />
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Almost everything has been going to plan. Due to processing issues with the supplier for the album, we won't have any physical copies ready for a little while. We're bummed about it, but what can you do? Exactly. In the meantime, we are focusing on what we can do. Keep in mind that you can still place orders and we will fill them as fast as we can.<br />
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Also out tomorrow is the video for our second single, Break: Him. We made it earlier this month and had a lot of fun doing it. We hope you enjoy it!<br />
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Stay posted - spread the word.Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-89572220221459007572010-08-12T20:41:00.000-07:002010-08-12T20:41:18.079-07:00Early Mourning Novel And Soundtrack Release Date AnnouncementThe date has been set for the release of Tim Kress' novel <i>Early Mourning</i> and the Diads soundtrack <i>Early Mourning, a soundtrack to the novel by the same name</i>. You will be able to purchase them August 31, 2010. Stay posted for more information.<br />
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<a href="http://timkressfiction.com/">timkressfiction.com</a>Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-25910133075189462972010-06-02T19:39:00.000-07:002010-08-09T17:15:35.599-07:00Early Mourning: Book and Soundtrack Excerpt<i>Submitted for your consideration is a (very) long excerpt from Tim Kress' novel, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">Early Mourning</span></b>. At a certain point in the story, the protagonist reads a book written by a new friend. This is that book.</i><br />
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<i>But first, a video for a song from the soundtrack to the novel, by us, Diads. This song goes with the chapter the excerpt comes from, and is called, <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">The Weeping Song</span></b>.</i><br />
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<b>Early Mourning</b><i>, and its soundtrack, </i><b>Early Mourning, a soundtrack to the novel by the same name</b><i> will be released on the same day, which happens to be the only—controllable—unknown thing about the project at this point.</i><br />
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<i>Check back here for news on the soundtrack, and look to </i><a href="http://www.timkressfiction.com/">timkressfiction.com</a><i> for news on the novel.</i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">My Time In The Weeping Lands</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Around the middle of the fourth century, C.E., the High Priest of all the Mayan people issued a proclamation stating that any commoners caught using magic would be sent to their underworld, <i>Xibalba</i>, via the most gruesome form of sacrifice. Generally this wasn't a problem, as the use of magicwas a closely guarded secret, but there was an entire secluded city of Mayan people who had not only figured it out for themselves, but become master suit-casters. Rather than wage war upon these fearsome magic users, the High Priest banished them to a group of islands off the coast, between the ancient cities of Lamanai and Min Li Punit (near modern-day Belize).<br />
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This group of rogue magic-users called themselves, <i>Boox Chuwen</i>, after a species of monkey they worshiped. Their legends stated that one of these monkeys came down from the clouds to give them the knowledge of the use of magic.<br />
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We know this much because our ancestor Udohiyu traded with them. It is my theory that it was from the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> that we first learned Ha Asegi Udelida, and not from a mysterious falcon-god.<br />
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The <i>Boox Chuwen</i> went to their island peacefully. It was then that they vanished from our ancestor's knowledge.<br />
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It is said that some seven hundred years before we came to the Gadah, a mysterious calamity occurred far to the south of our lands. According to Udohiyu legend, the glow of a massive conflagration, bright enough to turn the darkest part of night into a false day, could be seen in the distant south. This was followed by a shaking of the ground that lasted many hours, and a warm, salty gust of wind that blew from the same direction of the light.<br />
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In 1831, the Udohiyu escaped the persecution of our people by coming to Ha Echae Gadah. As my readers know, when we came to the Gadah, our ancestors found three mysterious portals leading to a dark and dangerous place we named the Weeping Lands. The Weepers who came through those portals were fierce and far more dangerous than the land they came from. The Udohiyu made it their first order of business to make a long war upon the Weepers in the Gadah. Only after suffering the loss of more than one hundred of their warriors, were the Udohiyu able to finally triumph over the Weepers. They sealed all three of the portals with a powerful suit, and maintain a guard on them to this day.<br />
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After much study, I put all of this evidence together, and in the spring of 1982, I published the essay, <i>“Boox Chuwen, be they the Weepers?”</i> in the University's scholarly periodical. As the title implies, I posited that the Weepers were none other than the fabled <i>Boox Chuwen</i>. I promptly became the laughingstock of the world of historical research and scholarship.<br />
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Shortly after, the ridicule in my department became so utterly unbearable that I was left with no choice but to end my tenure at the University. My research partner, Japhai Snakeroot, and I decided we would travel to the Weeping Lands, to find evidence that would prove my assertions.<br />
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The following is an account of my travels.<br />
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If my assertions about the nature of the Weeping Lands, and those that live there, were true, then the island the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> were exiled to would possibly contain another portal to the Weeping Lands. Since the sealed portals on the <i>Gadah</i> were off limits, Japhai Snakeroot and I would have to travel to the island the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> were originally banished to, and find out for ourselves.<br />
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Japhai Snakeroot and I spent the majority of our adult lives studying the Weepers and the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> legends, so much that we were more than a little lax in our study of Ha Asegi Udelida. This became a problem when we decided that we would need to disguise ourselves when we got to the Weeping Lands. The problem became further compounded by the fact that we weren't positive what we'd find when we got there. I decided to visit my little brother, Daniel Stoneking, who many have called the foremost Shaman of our time, to see if he could offer help with this conundrum.<br />
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Though the manufacture of magically embedded artifacts was, and is, a crime punishable by banishment, Daniel sold us each a boar's-tooth amulet, hung on a necklace. There was a tiny hole drilled through the tip of the tooth, and when we blew through it, all but our shadows became invisible. Invisible to everyone, and everything, but, as Daniel explained, since the boar's teeth came from the same beast, we would be able to see each other.<br />
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Just thinking about the intricacy of the suit Daniel used to create those amulets makes me so proud of my brother that I come close to becoming, if you'll excuse the pun, a weeper.<br />
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Daniel wanted to come with us, begged me in fact, but I wouldn't allow it. I couldn't be responsible for his well-being and do my research at the same time.<br />
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From the <i>Gadah</i>, Japhai and I traveled to America. Between America and our destination, we had many little adventures that don't bare repeating here. Suffice it to say that after two months spent in a Mexican jail we finally made it to Belize City. There we hired a guide and boat to take us to the archipelago that held the unnamed island the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> were exiled to, though we weren't precisely sure which island was the one we were looking for.<br />
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When our guide and the crew of the dilapidated fishing-boat refused to come too close to an island in the westernmost edge of the archipelago, we guessed it was the home of the <i>Boox Chuwen</i>. They were afraid of that island because local legend held it to be the most haunted place in the Caribbean. They insisted vile demons called the island home, man-shaped monsters that were rumored to venture out to the surrounding islands, and even the mainland, to steal away their children, and and the occasional lone adult.<br />
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We assured the crew that we could make it back to the mainland by some other means, and they reluctantly loaned us a small inflatable dinghy. Japhai and I loaded our supplies upon the boat, and were on our way.<br />
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In the distant past, the island had been an active volcano. As such, it was fertile with flora the likes of which I had never witnessed before. Prominent among said plant-life were flowers the size, and shape, of my forearm and hand. They were a violent fuchsia color at the tips of the petals, merging into a reverberant blue nearer the center of the flower. The fragrance of the petals was almost physically intoxicating. My interest in flowers has never gone further than the appreciation of their beauty, but Japhai's father was an amateur botanist, and had passed his fascination of all things in the kingdom Plantae to his son.<br />
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Japhai told me, “These flowers are unlike anything I've ever seen. If I were a betting man, I'd wager that they're of alien origin.” He then went on to explain that the complete lack of nectary, stigma, ovary, or any visible sign of a terrestrial flower's reproductive system backed his theory up. He then lifted one of the giant petals, and saw that the underside contained a multitude of spores, something he said only fungi, mosses and ferns use to propagate. He said, “It makes absolutely no sense that a flowering plant would have spores.”<br />
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The strange flower seemed to confirm that we were on the right island.<br />
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Beside that flower, the rest of the flora was beautiful, but Japhai assured me it all had Earthly origins.<br />
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As our study of the alien flower took entirely way too much time, we found we were rapidly losing daylight. We decided to set up our base-camp, and call it a night.<br />
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The next morning, we began our assent to the middle of the island, high above sea level. There were no paths through the dense underbrush of the island-wide jungle, so we were forced to make our own, which greatly slowed our progress. By midday, we encountered little of note, other than the nearly hummingbird-sized mosquitoes that seemed too timid to do much more than send the occasional raiding party our way. But as the grade of the hill we were climbing increased, we began to notice deep crevasses that zigzagged in a most treacherous way. They were evidence that a great catastrophe befell this island sometime in the far-flung past.<br />
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Shortly after discovering these fissures, we came upon the solitary corpse of a recently dead Weeper. His supine, broken posture suggested that a fall from a great distance had been his undoing. He was naked, except for a blindfold of coarse material that had been sewn to his skin in broad, sloppy stitches. Japhai and I agreed that this appeared to be the result of some archaic punishment.<br />
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After I recovered from the shock of the sight of this horror, Japhai suggested we use the talisman my brother made for us. I was in agreement.<br />
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The remainder of our assent was without incident. I expected the portal to be at in the middle of the mountain's summit, but I was wrong. Indeed, there was not much of a summit, as such. The top of the mountain was a plateau roughly one hundred square-meters in size. It seemed to be almost perfectly level, something that nature does not normally do.<br />
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Invisible, we went to the center of the plateau, but found nothing. Then we walked the perimeter and shortly heard the gibberish of a stream. Our water supplies were running low, so we went back down the slope to replenish them. The stream was situated a few hundred meters from the top of the mountain, on the opposite side from which we made our assent. Its source was underground. It bubbled up from between two, or three, large boulders, and wound its way down the mountain in a circuitous route.<br />
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We sat at the edge of the stream to eat a meal. Halfway through the meal, Japhai stood suddenly, and cried out, “Oh my, look at that!” He was pointing along the path of the stream. I stood, and looked where he was pointing, but couldn't make out what he was on about. He picked up his pack, and went down the mountain. I followed.<br />
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I do not know how the schism in the aether that sheared off the top of the volcano moved down the mountain, and became as small as it was. I can only hypothesize that in the millennium that has nearly passed since the mysterious events that caused the schism took place, the island has shifted on its tectonic plate. My only other guess is that the <i>Boox Chuwen</i>, or Weepers, somehow moved the portal at some point during those years.<br />
<br />
We found the portal another thirty meters down the mountain. The stream fed directly into the portal, and something about the nature of the portal caused a fog or steam to lift, to partially obscure it. The portal itself was about six meters in height, and two meters wide. The edges of it were ragged, like the rough, jagged appearance of hastily torn fabric. There were thin filaments of the converging realities hanging from the edges of the portal, lazily dancing in the calm breeze that traveled up the mountain off the Caribbean Sea and through the very portal itself.<br />
<br />
Before entering the portal, Japhai Snakeroot implored me to take part in a short ritual. The point of the ritual was to give obeisance to a certain sky-god that held a special place in Japhai's heart. I gratefully obliged, as a powerful fear had sneaked up on me the moment I saw the portal.<br />
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Now, just the appearance of the Weeper on the mountain can be said to have proved my theory, but I wanted definitive, verifiable evidence that I could flaunt in the faces of my detractors. Also, in spite of my fear, I was powerfully curious. And, as ever, Japhai's fearlessness gave me strength.<br />
<br />
The moment we passed through the portal, our breathing became labored, as if we were standing on the top of a high mountain. It wasn't unbearable, but it was definitely unpleasant. That unpleasantness was but a small taste of things to come.<br />
<br />
The world we found ourselves on was approximately one-third the size of Earth's moon. I could see the curvature of it from wherever I stood, which was jarring to the senses. The atmosphere was thick with a heavy fog-like substance, which later became unexplainable, as the only source of water we ever saw in the Weeping Lands (as I was now sure this place was) was the stream that came through the portal. The Weepers had dug a deep trench that carried those waters to some large cone-shaped geographical feature we could only just see in the distance. Where the fog parted, the sky could be viewed; it was a deep crimson. At night, what few stars we could see through the fog were faint, the constellations unrecognizable. Along the deep trench, the uniformly hardscrabble landscape yielded purple grass with a single trapezoidal shoot, various specimens of the spored flower we'd found on the island, and shrubby bushes burdened with fist-sized, purple fruit covered in two-inch, multi-barbed thorns. The landscape became totally barren no more than two meters from either side of the trench. The earth was the color of ash and soot. There were mountain-high dunes everywhere one looked, but they must have been ancient, as there was little wind to speak of. Japhai theorized that when the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> caused their land to be transported here, a catastrophic, planet-wide change was visited upon the Weeping Lands.<br />
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The trench served us dual purposes: it would lead us to what passed for civilization in the Weeping Lands, and it would provide us with an infallible escape route.<br />
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We set out along the trench. The walk was mostly monotonous and uneventful. We saw nothing that we hadn't seen in the first ten minutes of arriving here, until we'd been walking for more than two hours. By this time, the dim light was gone from the sky, leading us to believe the planet had turned its back on its star. A lot of the fog lifted, too. It was because of these happenings that we were able to see, floating on thermals, very high in the sky, colossal birds. I call them birds for lack of a better term, but they were without definable wings, tails, or even heads. They were the diamond shape of the simplest kind of kite. Without anything to compare their size to, it was hard to judge just how large they were, but I would hazard a guess that they were larger than any passenger jet Earth has yet built.<br />
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After we'd studied them for a time, I noticed something. “Japhai,” I said, “I can see the stars through them.”<br />
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“Nonsense,” he said. He stopped walking and gazed up at one that was describing ponderous, wide circles directly over the spot we stood. “By all the gods' hairy palms, you are right.”<br />
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“Let's be grateful they don't see us,” I said, as we resumed walking. “I don't feel much like ending up inside one of those things.”<br />
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Shortly after this conversation, that large cone-shaped formation we saw when first coming to the Weeping Lands began to come into focus. It was clearly where the trench led. Again, the cryptic nature of the physics that came into play when the <i>Boox Chuwen</i> came to this world amazed me when Japhai pointed out the that it was the top of the island. I assumed that the Weepers used their arcane magics to move the portal or their mountain, but the true explanation is most likely lost to history.<br />
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The top of the volcano was perhaps four kilometers from the ground to the edge of the crater at its center. When we came to perhaps three kilometers from the base of the dead volcano top, a road veered away from the trench. We followed it. The gravel of the road crunched beneath our feet, and in the moonless night, I absently bent down to scoop up a handful of it. I promptly threw it back down, disgusted, when I noticed that I had a large handful of human teeth. The entire three meter wide road was made of a thick layer of them, many of which were the heartbreakingly tiny teeth of infants.<br />
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I freely admit that I then had to be calmed and reassured by my dear, loving Japhai. Had it not been for his infectious, resolute courage, I doubt I could have found it within myself to continue. That he reminded me of the naysayers at the University certainly didn't hurt either.<br />
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Eventually we came to the spot where mountain and road converged. There was a wide tunnel through the side of the mountain, lit by widely-spaced torches. The torches were burning a fat that smelled suspiciously like long-pork. The tunnel was empty, and we were invisible, so we didn't hesitate to enter. Some distance in, the tunnel floor began a steep incline, eventually becoming a stairway. The stone steps were deeply bowed from centuries of use. Farther still, it took several severe turns, suggesting that we were climbing the inside of the mountain.<br />
<br />
This was confirmed when the tunnel ended, and we were afforded with a spectacular view. The volcano crater housed an ancient Mayan city of modest size. At the center was a steep, many stepped pyramid of Mayan design. Each of the four sides had a stairway leading to the rectangular building at its top. Even from the distance we saw it from, we could tell there was a key difference to the pyramid from its Earthly counterparts, but couldn't make out just what that was.<br />
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Surrounding the pyramid were many stone flat-roofed buildings of varying sizes.<br />
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All in all, the city looked clean and well organized, and when we took the winding stair down to the crater floor, we came to understand why, and how, that was. The Weepers maintained a small army of domestic slaves, which explained the fear our guide and the ship's crew had of the island. The slaves had their own separate colony at the edges of the city, in thatched huts. In the coming days that Japhai and I observed the Weepers, and their slaves, we saw that the slaves did everything; they ran the irrigation that kept the trees and plant-life original to the mountain alive; they kept the buildings in good repair; they raised the young Weepers; and they provided the Weepers with any pleasure they could dream up.<br />
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As a result of the horrendous treatment the slaves were subjected to, groups of Weepers went out on daily raiding parties in Belize and Mexico to replenish their slave stock.<br />
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When Japhai and I went to the pyramid, we found out what had seemed <i>off</i> about the place. Every square inch of the building that was not the central stairways was covered in severed human, and Weeper, heads. They were in varying states of putrefaction, many still had most of their skin, most their hair, but <i>none</i> had their eyeballs.<br />
<br />
As we were making our study of that pyramid, the Weepers came out to play. I say play, because that is all Weepers seem to do. And over the course of the next several days, we saw more than we ever could have wanted to see of this play.<br />
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The male Weepers are so similar in appearance as to be almost indistinguishable. They are well over six foot tall, gaunt, and hairless. Their faces bear only a slight resemblance to their Mayan ancestors; they look as if they've been stretched out, and flattened. They have high cheekbones, wide noses, and many have decorative scarification upon their cheeks, noses, and foreheads.<br />
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The female Weepers tower over their male counterparts. Where the men are all alike, the women enjoy a modicum of individuality. Generally, they have heavy, pendulous breasts, bloated stomachs, bulging muscles, and are so large they have trouble walking without help from the males. The women are covered in short, bristly black hair. Their teeth would be better described as tusks. Their fingers end in curved, razor-sharp talons.<br />
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I will not even dare to speculate on what moral, incestuous, or magical depravity led to this evolutionary separation from the rest of humanity, and between the sexes.<br />
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The Weepers' society follows the design of a beehive. The men outnumber the women by, more or less, sixty-to-one. The women are the queen-bees, the men the everything-else-bees. The women are also the priestesses, and there is one particularly large, vile specimen they revere as their High Priestess. Each woman has a hive of men that she lords over like a vile tyrant. The High Priestess, naturally, has the biggest hive.<br />
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The total Weeper population numbers around one hundred thousand.<br />
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The Weepers' national pastimes are a kind of brutal, semi-consensual rape, social and ritualistic cannibalism, and spontaneous murder—in that order. The gorgon women are constantly pregnant, else their population would be quickly decimated.<br />
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Through some form of their twisted magic, they snare the kites, which are their main source of sustenance. They also make a concoction from a melon-sized gland found in the base of what appeared to be the kite's brain, mixed with the spores of those odd indigenous flowers. They mash the spores into a pulp, mix in the secretions of the kite-gland, and let the mixture ferment for days. I had the distinct displeasure of happening upon a vat of the mixture when the fermentation was at its most volatile stage. It smelled exactly like that of a bloated, rotten corpse. The concoction is primarily used in the Weeper's nightly ceremonies. The observable physical effects of the brew were to make the epidermal layer of those who partook glow with an intensity that was hard to look directly at. They shined like stars. What the internal effects of the concoction were remains a mystery to me. Ever the adventurous sort, Japhai wished to experiment with the brew, but after much debate, I was able to beg him off the idea.<br />
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What communication the Weepers require happens mostly in their minds, offset by expressive grunts and vulgar sign language. On only one occasion, I dared to look into the mind of one of them, and it was like visiting a carnival fun house designed by a serial killer with absolutely no sense of humor and has overdosed on the most very potent psychotropic drugs.<br />
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The inhabitants of the Weeping Lands somehow manage to tango upon a tightrope loosely strung between chaos and order.<br />
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Japhai Snakeroot and I invisibly observed the Weeping Lands, the Weepers, and their slaves for close to three weeks. Out of necessity, we became thieves. We watched which of the roots, berries and vegetables the slaves ate, so we wouldn't inadvertently poison ourselves. Every morning we went outside of the city, through the tunnel, to refill our water supply. It was prudent that we did that, because as soon as the water reached the Weeper's city, it was polluted by things best left outside of our bodies. The climate of the Weeping Lands, though ever damp with fog, was pleasant enough for us to sleep under the stars.<br />
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On what was to be our last full night in the Weeping Lands, Japhai and I made the dangerous climb to the crater's high edge, so that we might allow ourselves a brief respite from the atrocities of the Weepers' city. We found a flat outcrop of rock big enough that we would not roll over and fall to our deaths while sleeping.<br />
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We lay upon our backs, gazing up at the impenetrable fog. Though I was weary from the ascent, I wasn't able to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I was revisited by memories of the horrors I'd been witness to. In particular, the nightly ceremony replayed in my mind, over and over. And though I saw the ceremony almost every night we were there, the first remained the most vivid.<br />
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Every night, like clockwork, the Weepers converged on the central pyramid. Looking eerily like a funeral procession, teams of eight men would bear their women upon elaborately decorated palanquins. I know not what the main structural make-up of the palanquins was, but they were embellished with bones and offal.<br />
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The palanquin of the High Priestess was the most striking of all, and required a team of twelve. At each of its four corners, a freshly dead corpse stood upright, lashed to poles. Flame red jewels the size of a child's fist were shoved into their eye sockets. For some unknown reason, each of the corpse's lower jaws had been torn from their heads, and spiked to their left hands with bone shards. The one time I dared to get close enough to scrutinize them, I saw that they also had delicately sophisticated, maze-like designs cut into every inch of their skin.<br />
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Once all of the Weepers were at the base of the pyramid, the High Priestess, still in her palanquin, was awkwardly carried up the steep stair to the rectangular building atop the pyramid. Once there, they set her palanquin on a raised stone dais, so that she could be clearly seen by all her acolytes at the base of the pyramid.<br />
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Then the ceremony began in earnest.<br />
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Five ragged slaves were brought out of the rectangular building, and made to kneel in front of the High Priestess. Each of the slaves wore the same dazed, calm look on their faces, as some suit was surely used to placate them. They looked as if they'd been lobotomized, and for all I know, that could well have been the case.<br />
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At once, the entire assemblage of Weepers began to sway slowly from side to side, and to telepathically chant. It was so loud that Japhai and I could not block it out. The chant wasn't one of language, but of carnal desire and depraved lunacy.<br />
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The High Priestess surveyed the group of slaves, finally stopping on a boy about twelve years old. She lazily pointed her taloned index finger at the slave's head. In a blur of motion, the boy shot up in the air, coming to a stop some three meters above the giantess's head. He jerked back and forth, looking for all the world like a puppet controlled by a violent child. The High Priestess made a few lazy movements with her fingers, and the slave-boy's limbs were torn from his body. It looked like what I imagine being drawn and quartered looked like, but much faster. Then came his head. All six parts of the now dead slave boy, head, arms, legs and torso, were still afloat in midair, rotating in irregular circles, splattering blood on the rest of the slaves. The boy's head came then to the High Priestess, coming to a stop half a meter from her own. She raised her hand up, index and little fingers out, and speared each of the slave-boy's eyes on her talons. She plucked them from his head, and popped them into her mouth. When she bit into the eyes with her blunt, tusk-like teeth, the eyeballs made an audible popping sound. Blood, mixed with the gelatinous <i>vitreous humor</i> spurted between her teeth, dribbled down her grizzled, dimpled chin.<br />
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The High Priestess's vanguard of male attendants came forward, and, using the same levitating suit, caused the other four slaves to fly high into the sky. When the slaves reached a height of about a kilometer above the top of the crowd of Weepers, the suit was released. Gravity brought them crashing into the crowd, which started a riot as the Weepers fought to get whatever piece of the slaves they could.<br />
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Though I've been explicit in my account of what I saw in the Weeping Lands, I will not recount the detail of the bloody orgy of rape and violence and cannibalism that followed. I will just say that it lasted well into the daylight of the next day.<br />
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Laying next to Japhai on the edge of that crater, I opened my eyes.<br />
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“I can't sleep,” I said.<br />
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“The first night again?” He almost always knew what I was thinking, not by the use of magic, but because we knew each other so well.<br />
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“Yes.”<br />
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Japhai sat up, wrapped his blanket tightly around his shoulders, and said, “I want to free those slaves.”<br />
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I turned my head, so I could look him in the eye. I knew the look he wore: unflappable resolution. I was in agreement with him, but, at the same time, I knew that if just the two of us went up against the Weepers, we'd be torn to shreds, perhaps in their next ceremony.<br />
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I told him these thoughts, then I said, “What if we went back to the Gadah first, to try to muster a force to come back here?”<br />
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“I'm not leaving here without those slaves.”<br />
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I sighed. There really was no arguing with him. And he was right. We could not leave those poor souls behind. I asked, “Do you have a plan?”<br />
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“Not much of one,” he said. “I think we go back down there tomorrow morning, and reveal ourselves to the slaves. As we give the rumor of us some time to spread, we work on breaking the seal on the door to the Gadah that's behind the slave settlement.” We'd found two of the three sealed portals, one inside the building atop the pyramid, the other in a small cave in the mountain, directly behind the slave settlement.<br />
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As plans go, it was certainly flawed. But to try to take the slaves all the way along the ditch back to their Earth was an impossibility. The Weepers would destroy all of us. With the cave portal, we could hope to get them out of the Weeping Lands in secrecy, as long as it was done in an orderly, quiet fashion. We discussed possible diversions, in the chance a Weeper caught on to our plans, but ultimately we decided to try for secrecy.<br />
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I lobbied that we break the seal first, before we revealed ourselves to the slaves, but Japhai pointed out that that could alert the Weepers before we got even one slave safely to the Gadah.<br />
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We stayed up for three more hours that night, beating all the details of the plan to death, damming as many of the viewable tributaries of chance that we could.<br />
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Then, as if by magic, the fog parted more than it had ever done the entire time we'd been there, and we were gifted with a sight of such beauty neither of us spoke for nearly an hour. At the same moment, a telepathic cry of collective fear reached us from the distant Weeper city. I looked down, and saw the Weepers leaving the ceremony in haste, scurrying to their homes.<br />
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Directly above us, a planet filled all of the heavens. It was gigantic. Streaked with varying shades of brown, orange and red, it looked vaguely familiar. After an hour of silent study, our orbit came into sight of the massive red eye of a swirling storm cloud.<br />
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“We're on a moon of Jupiter,” I said.<br />
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The marvelous beauty, combined with the fear the Weepers felt by the sight of it, gave us hope. We saw it as a good omen.<br />
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Reluctantly, we had to work a suit so that we could get some sleep.<br />
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The next morning, we found the slaves to be broken, but not without hope. They accepted our presence almost in stride, as if they'd been expecting saviors to show up any day. The rumor of us spread through the slaves with an efficiency, and speed, that outpaced our hopes, and the plan. They were ready to go before we could break open the seal.<br />
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By midday, Japhai was so anxious that he convinced me to go with him into the dwellings of the Weepers. He wanted to search for a relic, filled with powerful Weeper magic, that we could use to break open the seal. It was a plan of desperation, but one that was viable, too. The slaves told us that the Weepers made talismans of all sorts, but the most powerful of them were their weapons. The slaves said occasionally brief, brutal wars would break out among the various hives, usually started by the women to gain more men for their respective hives.<br />
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For the last time, Japhai and I blew through our boar's-tooth amulets, becoming invisible.<br />
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The first house we went into was the one closest to the slave settlement. Like the rest, it was rectangular, and had a flat roof. There were few windows, and only one door. We expected the inhabitants to be sleeping. We were wrong.<br />
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The house consisted of a single, open room with a low ceiling. Most of the dirt floor was taken up by relaxing Weepers. The woman of this particular hive was in the far corner of the room, still sitting upon her palanquin. Her lower face and neck were covered with congealed blood, her tusks likewise stained. She was smiling, a fearsome sight indeed. Her mirth was directed at a show some of her men were putting on for her. They had formed a circle around a young Weeper boy, and were taking turns committing unspeakable sexual acts on him. The young boy was clearly in agony.<br />
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The moment Japhai understood the nature of what we saw, he grabbed my upper arm. Without words, he let me know that he meant to rescue the boy. I tried to tell him not to, but before I could, he was already in motion.<br />
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Japhai ran to the center of the circle, and wrestled the boy from the grips of half a dozen Weepers. The confusion that followed worked to our advantage. We were able to get the boy outside of the house, and halfway to the slave settlement, before the Weepers reacted. All but their woman came out of the house, and ran after us. I'm sure they couldn't see us, but the boy was still in plain sight. At the same time they were coming after us, the Weepers evidently put out a silent call to all the others in the town, because when I looked back, I saw them pouring out of all of the houses.<br />
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Still running, Japhai pushed the half-conscious, bleeding boy at me. He said, “You take him. Try to get him, and as many of the slaves as you can, out of here.”<br />
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I said, “What about you?!”<br />
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“I'm going to create a diversion.”<br />
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“But we still can't break the seal, how am I supposed to get through it.”<br />
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The Weepers were getting closer to us. Japhai said, “You'll have to try to get them to the portal we came through. Go!”<br />
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But the boy put his sweaty hand on my forehead, and, using the same form of communication Japhai had only moments before, let me know that he could break open the seal. I told Japhai this, but he was still set on creating a diversion.<br />
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Again, he yelled, “Go, damn you!” He shoved me in the direction of the settlement, and with tears blurring my vision, I took the boy in that direction.<br />
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When I got to the edge of the settlement, I couldn't help but to turn around to see if Japhai was alright. At first, he was able to confuse the Weepers, to make them stop their pursuit of the boy. He had a long, bone-handled hunting knife, handed down from his mother, and he was stabbing the Weepers. But too soon they overwhelmed him, and though they couldn't see him, they pinned him down. I witnessed them rip the boar's-tooth amulet from his neck, making him visible. Then I saw a Weeper sit on Japhai's chest. The Weeper put his face to Japhai's, and, with his teeth, he pulled a large chunk of Japhai's cheek off. I had to turn then, I couldn't bare the sight of my greatest friend being torn apart by these monsters, but neither could I go to his aide.<br />
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But my curiosity got the better of me, and I turned to look, one more time. I saw one of the other Weepers put on Japhai's amulet, which was as good as me not even wearing mine, since if one could see me, he could relay that information to the rest using the instantaneous method of thought they used to communicate.<br />
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Instead of the group of Weepers coming after me, like I thought they would, they stopped and looked at me. I didn't like their silent scrutiny, so I took off in the direction of the cave with the sealed portal, half carrying, half dragging the wounded Weeper boy.<br />
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The slaves had queued up at the cave's mouth. I jumped to the head of the line, and risked yet another glance behind me. It was then that I understood the reason the group of malicious Weepers had stopped before entering the slave settlement.<br />
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Above the slaves' thatched huts, there stood a thick column of, what I can only describe as, black flames. At first, the flames came at us slowly, but with every passing second, they picked up pace, and fury. Wherever they touched the ramshackle slave abodes, an explosion, much too large for the size of the huts, rocked the very earth. The debris from the explosions came crashing to our feet, which finally spurred me to action.<br />
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I took the Weeper boy into the shallow cave, to the sealed portal. The portal looked like a vertical pool of mercury. Every time the Weeper's black fire caused an explosion, a violent shock-wave ran through the surface of portal.<br />
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I implored the Weeper boy to break the seal. I didn't think he understood me, because he merely stood in front of it, his blood, and shit, stained legs barely holding him up. But then he put his hands, wrist deep, into the liquid surface of the portal, causing much more violent ripples than even the explosions. He clamped shut his eyes, and pushed. The muscles on his narrow back bulged with the effort. I was just beginning to doubt his assertion that he could break open the seal, when suddenly his arms plunged into the fluid portal all the way to his elbows. It happened just in time.<br />
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I looked towards the mouth of the cave, and saw that the towering inferno of pitch-flames had gained so much velocity that, in the short time it took the boy to open the portal, it was now almost upon us. It had consumed all but a handful of slaves; those who managed to escape the hunger of that fire were running towards me. I tore the boar's-tooth amulet from my neck, pulled the Weeper boy out of the way, and ushered the slaves through the portal. When they were through, I grabbed the boy by the wrist, and pulled him through to the Gadah with me.<br />
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The four Udohiyu guards on duty that day were very confused when, first a small group of refugee slaves, followed by the young Weeper and me, burst through the normally inactive portal. It was lucky for us all that one of the guards was a distant cousin of mine, or the guards may have went ahead with the protocol regarding interlopers, which was an order to kill on sight.<br />
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I begged them to replace the seal on the door, lest the all-consuming Weeper-fire come through. It took all four of them to work the suit, but they did it. Then two of them took all that had recently come through the door to the nearest constabulary.<br />
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After a lengthy process of explanation, the slaves were given a choice to either be returned to their home, or stay in the Gadah. Many of them stayed. Those who wished to go home had their memories of the Gadah, and their time in the Weeping Lands, gently removed.<br />
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Firm words were aimed at me, for going to the Weeping Lands. But as there is no law strictly prohibiting travel to the Weeping Lands, the firm words were my only punishment. I was also asked not to return to the Weeping Lands, a request I readily agreed to.<br />
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It took much convincing, and begging, to keep the boy Weeper alive. It was my dear Japhai Snakeroot's dying wish to save this boy, and I was firm in my resolve to honor that wish. After much debate, the Council of tribal Elders made me responsible for him. I have spent the years since working to help that boy become a man, to help him adjust to our society. With love, and untold patience, he has become totally unlike his people.<br />
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My argument with the fellows at the University was patched up in an afternoon of testimony from myself, and the former slaves that chose to stay in the Gadah. One of the former slaves, a gentlemen from Belize, recited a legend among his people that corroborated my theories. Adding the fact that I entered the Weeping Lands from the island near Belize, and came through one of the sealed portals in Ha Echae Gadah was enough to receive a formal apology from my esteemed colleagues that included an invitation to resume my tenure at the University.<br />
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The Weeper boy, like the rest of his former people, was without a name. After he learned language, he took the first name Japhai, in honor of Japhai Snakeroot. For his last name, he chose, for reasons known only to him, Fingers.Diadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-49993939780302130922010-02-16T20:01:00.000-08:002010-07-07T23:08:46.296-07:00The Wurly Burly Boy Has A Boring DayTim Kress, half of this glorious band Diads has gone and written a book for kids, and the kid in all of us. The Book is called <i>The Wurly Burly Boy Has A Boring Day</i>. In addition to writing and illustrating the book, Tim, with the help of his family, has made a video in which you can see and hear the entire book for free.<br />
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Please take a moment of your time to look at this video, and if you like it, go to the website Tim has created for all things fiction <a href="http://www.timkressfiction.com/">TimKressFiction</a> where you can get updates about when the book will be available for sale.<br />
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GrahamDiadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-67348742191506133192009-04-02T16:27:00.000-07:002010-07-07T21:55:13.913-07:00Blogs and thingsHi. It's me, Graham. It's nice to see you here.<br />
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Diads is doing well. Tim and I are busy on our various projects and along with that are working on the next release - Diads 2.0. It will be special and that is all I will say at this point. I don't know how else to put it at this minute. Go to <a href="http://diads.net/">Diads.net</a> to check out all the latest in <a href="http://diads.net/news.htm">Diads news</a>. Like where you can request Diads music or read a review, that kind of stuff.<br />
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I have a 'Graham' blog now, <a href="http://electricfeast.blogspot.com/">ElectricFeast.blogspot.com</a>. No posts yet... But I got it set up and ready to go if you want to look at it... Then again, by the time you (the reader) read this, I may have one up. I will talk about the various projects I have going on, topics that interest me and more. Oh, and chest hair and crazy cool medallions. Can't forget that.<br />
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If you're interested in random words I write that are within a 140 character limit, check me out at twitter. It's the new popular thing everybody is doing. You should too because everybodies doing it. Or you can just check my updates- which doesn't require having a log in. <a href="http://twitter.com/grahamalot">twitter.com/grahamalot</a><br />
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Tim has one too. <a href="http://twitter.com/tim_kress">twitter.com/tim_kress</a><br />
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GrahamDiadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-37774914429478466712009-03-30T21:51:00.000-07:002010-07-07T21:54:34.743-07:00Vote Diads on The SoupyGato PodcastVote for Diads on The SoupyGato Show. Request any song or just Diads on their monthly Request Show. Click the link, click vote, post your info and then click the link in the confirmation email. Takes less than a minute. <a href="http://www.podcastalley.com/podcast_details.php?pod_id=21268">SoupyGatoPodcastAlley</a>. Also, if you would like to visit their site: <a href="http://www.soupygato.com/wp/">soupygato.com</a>.<br />
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GrahamDiadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-81233756784124226642009-02-23T15:55:00.000-08:002010-07-07T22:06:34.815-07:00Diads Multimedia LinksCheck out the updated <a href="http://www.blueryckenmusics.net/multimedia.htm">Multimedia page at BlueRyckenMusics</a>. There you can link to sites to listen & request Diads music and hear what others have to say.<br />
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GrahamDiadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-15490751541321835142008-10-22T13:23:00.000-07:002010-07-07T22:17:50.435-07:00New Vid: Reflections of Rejections<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2l1ZuWVxhs8&hl=en_US&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2l1ZuWVxhs8&hl=en_US&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />
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If you haven't already heard, our new video for 'Reflections of Rejections' from Make You Dirty is available for your viewing. That along with other Diads videos can be found @ <a href="http://www.blueryckenmusics.net/multimedia.htm">BlueRyckenMusics.net</a>, the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/BlueRyckenMusics">BlueRyckenMusicsYouTubeChannel</a> and other various outlets where Diads exists.<br />
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GrahamDiadshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07631888490796078203noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82991434373258310.post-38041358435884022242008-09-16T14:34:00.000-07:002010-07-07T22:27:17.768-07:00Razor Blade Dance Floor #67 PodcastHear the song 'Make You Dirty' on <a href="http://www.razorbladedancefloor.com/">Razor Blade Dance Floor #67</a> hosted by <a href="http://www.myspace.com/chromeskinjesus">Chrome Skin Jesus</a>.<br />
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Other than that, Graham and I are laying low, creating music for the future. You'll hear it someday, I'm sure.<br />
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