badbadbad a transmedia novel by jesús ángel garcía
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Trailer #1
"Fear"
Quiet Lightning
Lucky Strike #7
Summer 2010
"Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church"
"Fear"
Lucky Strike #7
Summer 2010
"Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church"
Anger Management Reborn
Spring 2010
"Rockstar"
East Bay
on the Brain
Winter 2010
"jesusangelgarcia
meets
ticktockclock"
LitQuake
Dirtier in the Alley
Fall 2009
"It Started with a Hamburger..."
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"Fiction of a Future Age"
Q&A PODCAST badbadbad "Sex Wisdom" Part II
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badbadbad p. 1
It started with a hamburger. Whopper, large fries, Diet Coke. No, something with more meat. A political
exchange, at the bus stop outside Piggly Wiggly.
“You’re a fan,” I said, pointing at her badge, The President Is the Commander-in-Chief. It was pinned
at quarter-thigh where the denim fringe of her Daisy Dukes peeked out like tendrils. This girl was live.
“The president know what good for us,” she said and I believed her. I gazed at her belly ring, a simple
hoop, fake gold, then down to the button fly, unbuttoned, her candy cane triangle below. “We should
trust every decision he make. He know right from wrong.”
“I’ll take your word,” I said. “Me, I’m not much into politics.”
“Me neither,” she whispered. “This for work.”
I zoomed in on the red-white stripes of her two-piece. “You’re a lifeguard.”
She poked me in the chest. “Yeah right.”
“Life’s a beach,” I said.
She had never been to the beach, if we’re to believe what she told me, and I don’t see why we
shouldn’t. I talked big on my full tank of gas, tried to persuade her to get her feet wet, but she insisted
she was on the clock.
“You could call it training,” I said. She stared at me with anime eyes. “I’ll drown and you save me.”
“Shut up,” she said, taking my hand in hers.
I was fortune’s son.
Now there’s French fries in her teeth, between her lips, glossed with orange, outlined black like her eyes,
and her hair, streaked with fire strands, midnight at the oasis. She glanced up at me, switched the radio
to Nelly, rocked her blouse off her shoulder, mocha cream, silk with sweat, pink glitter. Her top too big
for her size, I expected she’d tumble out at the next speed bump. I punched the pedal, stopped short at
a crosswalk, apologized for the rock ‘n’ roll.
She grinned, digging her fingers into the bag, peeling wax paper from the meat. Her nails were long,
slick with swirls. Sparkly letters spelled R-O-Y-A-L on each hand. She bit into the burger with a
girlish eyeroll. Her appetite was man-size, her cheeks chipmunked. I’d never before seen such freckles.
She was a saint who didn’t know it, hadn’t yet answered the call. A superhero at nineteen, she tagged
herself a whore. “I’m just a hoe,” she said.
So naïve, out of practice, I didn’t realize, didn’t let myself know. I pegged her for a bop, that’s all. She
was at the bus stop, had never been to the beach. She said she was hungry. At least I could feed her.
Copyright © 2010 by Jesús Ángel García
About the Author
Jesús Ángel García is the author of badbadbad, a transmedia novel (forthcoming on the printed page in 2011) about sex, God, rock ‘n’ roll and the social web. A fair encapsulation of this 270-page narrative appeared as a one-sentence story in Monkeybicycle. The first excerpt from the novel, "Lesson for My Son III," was published as a short story in 3:AM Magazine. "Finnegan's Wank," a bawdy parody of James Joyce, won HTMLGIANT's "When Writers Get Off" contest and is available on Annalemma's blog. Vol. 1 Brooklyn recently launched its Sunday Stories series with "Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church," a flash fiction adapted from the novel. García has published widely as a journalist and critic. He is also a freelance editor, writing coach and multimedia artist.
Select Reader Feedback: "Lesson for My Son III"
“Kick-ass power-writing, dude! Compelling. Rich. Evocative. I'm hooked.” @RoyBlumenthal
"Insightful, poignant & funny." @realily
“Deliciously nasty.” @21stCscribe
"Good clean, hard prose." @kevinsampsell
“Strange, alluring, enjoyable.” @DavidHMilnes
“OMG you’ve got to read this LOLOL no word of a lie. FUNNY!” - @stephsworldX
“Dark, twisted. He's sleazy & rationalizing & uses Philomela's longing. Captivating dynamic.” @rodriguezg
“Definitely like the pop culture America dystopia feel…. The narrator is a bit creepy & has weird motivations.” @leftunderbooks
“Love your writing. Rich & visual. Could easily translate to film.” @kingisafink
“I enjoyed the philosophical aspects of beauty & society's input. It was bold, very descriptive. I was intrigued & it made me curious to read more.” @yourmelody1
“Oh wow, badbadbad. Your descriptions are brutal, but that makes it literature, no? It does.” @bonnaire
"An odd charm..." @raysuccre
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"Fear"
"It Started with a Hamburger..."
Mad Props to Evan Karp
"jesusangelgarcia meets ticktockclock"
Mad Props II to Evan Karp
(please click link above if video glitches)
"Rockstar"
I can't thank Mr. Karp enough
"Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church"
Peace & love to Mr. Evan Karp
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Original Soundtrack (3-tune preview)
1. badbadbad
Well, I'm goin' online now
Get me a fallenangel
Click her, get her to love me
Right here on this table...
2. Lesson for My Son
Let myself inside her basement, late, just shy of twelve o' clock
No one there to greet me, half-filled tumbler on the bar
I remember how Cyrus said D-R-A-M-A
Oh, my troubles
Had just begun...
3. Bed o' Cornbread Crumbs
She placed sushi on her denim dress
She said, "Get right down thar in front."
"Oh my, I'm gonna give you a kiss."
She said, "Thank you. Come come come..."
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Missionary Works
In its final form, badbadbad will be an unprecedented literary-audio-visual mashup with much of the non-book content posted right here online. For the latest news, please friend or "follow" Jesús Ángel García on Facebook or Twitter @badbadbad. Once the project is fully up and running, we here at 3xbad hope to recruit an apostolic army to stage performances and present the transmedia works of badbadbad across the planet in the name of Jesús. Stay tuned...
Please CONTACT us with any interests or inquiries.
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It started with a hamburger. Whopper, large fries, Diet Coke. No, something with more meat. A political
exchange, at the bus stop outside Piggly Wiggly.
“You’re a fan,” I said, pointing at her badge, The President Is the Commander-in-Chief. It was pinned
at quarter-thigh where the denim fringe of her Daisy Dukes peeked out like tendrils. This girl was live.
“The president know what good for us,” she said and I believed her. I gazed at her belly ring, a simple
hoop, fake gold, then down to the button fly, unbuttoned, her candy cane triangle below. “We should
trust every decision he make. He know right from wrong.”
“I’ll take your word,” I said. “Me, I’m not much into politics.”
“Me neither,” she whispered. “This for work.”
I zoomed in on the red-white stripes of her two-piece. “You’re a lifeguard.”
She poked me in the chest. “Yeah right.”
“Life’s a beach,” I said.
She had never been to the beach, if we’re to believe what she told me, and I don’t see why we
shouldn’t. I talked big on my full tank of gas, tried to persuade her to get her feet wet, but she insisted
she was on the clock.
“You could call it training,” I said. She stared at me with anime eyes. “I’ll drown and you save me.”
“Shut up,” she said, taking my hand in hers.
I was fortune’s son.
Now there’s French fries in her teeth, between her lips, glossed with orange, outlined black like her eyes,
and her hair, streaked with fire strands, midnight at the oasis. She glanced up at me, switched the radio
to Nelly, rocked her blouse off her shoulder, mocha cream, silk with sweat, pink glitter. Her top too big
for her size, I expected she’d tumble out at the next speed bump. I punched the pedal, stopped short at
a crosswalk, apologized for the rock ‘n’ roll.
She grinned, digging her fingers into the bag, peeling wax paper from the meat. Her nails were long,
slick with swirls. Sparkly letters spelled R-O-Y-A-L on each hand. She bit into the burger with a
girlish eyeroll. Her appetite was man-size, her cheeks chipmunked. I’d never before seen such freckles.
She was a saint who didn’t know it, hadn’t yet answered the call. A superhero at nineteen, she tagged
herself a whore. “I’m just a hoe,” she said.
So naïve, out of practice, I didn’t realize, didn’t let myself know. I pegged her for a bop, that’s all. She
was at the bus stop, had never been to the beach. She said she was hungry. At least I could feed her.
Copyright © 2010 by Jesús Ángel García
About the Author
Jesús Ángel García is the author of badbadbad, a transmedia novel (forthcoming on the printed page in 2011) about sex, God, rock ‘n’ roll and the social web. A fair encapsulation of this 270-page narrative appeared as a one-sentence story in Monkeybicycle. The first excerpt from the novel, "Lesson for My Son III," was published as a short story in 3:AM Magazine. "Finnegan's Wank," a bawdy parody of James Joyce, won HTMLGIANT's "When Writers Get Off" contest and is available on Annalemma's blog. Vol. 1 Brooklyn recently launched its Sunday Stories series with "Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church," a flash fiction adapted from the novel. García has published widely as a journalist and critic. He is also a freelance editor, writing coach and multimedia artist.
Select Reader Feedback: "Lesson for My Son III"
“Kick-ass power-writing, dude! Compelling. Rich. Evocative. I'm hooked.” @RoyBlumenthal
"Insightful, poignant & funny." @realily
“Deliciously nasty.” @21stCscribe
"Good clean, hard prose." @kevinsampsell
“Strange, alluring, enjoyable.” @DavidHMilnes
“OMG you’ve got to read this LOLOL no word of a lie. FUNNY!” - @stephsworldX
“Dark, twisted. He's sleazy & rationalizing & uses Philomela's longing. Captivating dynamic.” @rodriguezg
“Definitely like the pop culture America dystopia feel…. The narrator is a bit creepy & has weird motivations.” @leftunderbooks
“Love your writing. Rich & visual. Could easily translate to film.” @kingisafink
“I enjoyed the philosophical aspects of beauty & society's input. It was bold, very descriptive. I was intrigued & it made me curious to read more.” @yourmelody1
“Oh wow, badbadbad. Your descriptions are brutal, but that makes it literature, no? It does.” @bonnaire
"An odd charm..." @raysuccre
+ + +
"Fear"
"It Started with a Hamburger..."
Mad Props to Evan Karp
"jesusangelgarcia meets ticktockclock"
Mad Props II to Evan Karp
(please click link above if video glitches)
"Rockstar"
I can't thank Mr. Karp enough
"Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church"
Peace & love to Mr. Evan Karp
+ + +
Original Soundtrack (3-tune preview)
1. badbadbad
Well, I'm goin' online now
Get me a fallenangel
Click her, get her to love me
Right here on this table...
2. Lesson for My Son
Let myself inside her basement, late, just shy of twelve o' clock
No one there to greet me, half-filled tumbler on the bar
I remember how Cyrus said D-R-A-M-A
Oh, my troubles
Had just begun...
3. Bed o' Cornbread Crumbs
She placed sushi on her denim dress
She said, "Get right down thar in front."
"Oh my, I'm gonna give you a kiss."
She said, "Thank you. Come come come..."
+ + +
Missionary Works
In its final form, badbadbad will be an unprecedented literary-audio-visual mashup with much of the non-book content posted right here online. For the latest news, please friend or "follow" Jesús Ángel García on Facebook or Twitter @badbadbad. Once the project is fully up and running, we here at 3xbad hope to recruit an apostolic army to stage performances and present the transmedia works of badbadbad across the planet in the name of Jesús. Stay tuned...
Please CONTACT us with any interests or inquiries.
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