badbadbad                                     a transmedia novel by jesús ángel garcía
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Published Excerpts
&
Stories

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Lesson for My Son III

Peace, Love & Understanding at First Church of the Church Before Church


badbadbad



Finnegan's Wank




Video
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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"


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..."




Audio
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badbadbad
Original
SOUNDTRACK

1. badbadbad
2. Lesson for my Son 
3. Bed o' Cornbread
        Crumbs

PLAYLIST





Press
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"Fiction of a Future Age"


Q&A PODCAST badbadbad "Sex Wisdom" Part I


Q&A PODCAST badbadbad "Sex Wisdom" Part II




Social Networks

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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.


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“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...

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