Clive Eaton is the author of the thriller ‘The Pyramid Legacy’ and its soon-to-be-released sequel ‘Operation Stonehenge’. He invited me to answer a few questions about my rock fiction book series this week. You can read the full interview at his website.
Over the last couple of months where we’ve just had too much life get in the way of publishing on the Behind Blue Eyes blog, David Biddle has reminded us that he has an awesome submission in the Backstory queue. You know what? He’s right. We’re so happy that David has submitted this and reminded us that it’s worth publishing. Without further ado, here’s his Backstory.
David: It has to be admitted upfront that I was in an altered state of mind when I first came up with the idea for Beyond the Will of God. It was 1975. I was 17 and had just discovered the raw power of crazed electric guitar (Jimi Hendrix, Cream, Hot Tuna, and Jefferson Airplane to be precise—all night long). Until that weird autumn evening I had no idea how far the mind could go into the soul…and all just through letting loud guitar music take you over.
The next morning I was listening to Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland. The song “1983…(a Merman I Should Turn to Be)” came on. The best way to describe what Hendrix wanted to do with this 13-minute magnum opus was to create a kind of sonic science fiction poem. Listening that morning, it seemed to me that music was far more than some simple form of entertainment. “1983…” came across as a kind of curtain opening from our waking, structured reality into the cosmos where time and language are irrelevant and the full power of the creative mind is free to connect with pure meaning.
That was an enormous revelation for me at the tender age of 17. My mind has never been the same since. The imagination becomes truly free once you realize this curtain may be found in so many different pieces of music of that era—from The Who’s “Love Reign O’er Me” to The Door’s “Riders on the Storm.” And once the imagination is free, well, all bets are off.
The power of music seemed to me then, as it does now, evidence of the possibility that all the great musicians and performers who have died before their time may well still exist in that dimension I stumbled into so long ago. I had this feeling as I set up our turntable to play the “1983…” side of Electric Ladyland over and over again (all day long as it turns out) that Jimi was trying to get through to us to let us know that things really aren’t always the way they seem.
That was in 1975. I knew a story was trying to form in me. It wasn’t until the morning of January 1, 1990 that the first paragraph found its way into the world:
“Cecil gets off the bus. Under the mid-afternoon summer sun he has a broad view of sloping fields full of emerald-green crops and a few small stands of trees. A veil of lavender haze softly covers everything in the distance. Two hours before, as the bus lumbered down Interstate 70 through High Hill, he had taken 1800 milligrams of EGG-68, a dose two times as strong as he usually took. He had turned himself into a homing device.”
As it happens, this wasn’t the lead into my novel, but it was the beginning of what became 11-years of effort trying to find the time to write this book, and then another 11 years trying to get it published (don’t start me up on the mainstream publishing world). Getting married, divorced, re-married (to the love of my life) raising kids, and having a career as an environmental activist and freelance writer all kind of gets in the way of the storytelling process.
All that time was good, though. I learned the need to research the crap out of things if you’re going to write about them. That lesson helped me find such oddities as remote viewing, the CIA’s MKULTRA project, scientific research on telepathy, and the mysteries surrounding the deaths of everyone from Marilyn Monroe, Jesse James, Elvis, JFK, Jim Morrison, Jim Croce, Janis Joplin, and John Lennon. Most importantly, in the middle of my final push to finish a first draft, Jerry Garcia died, and so did Jeff Buckley.
Buckley’s music in particular sent me over the edge again in the late 1990s. I was by then a well-respected professional, and the loving father of three young boys. There has never been another voice like Buckley’s. It so deeply and profoundly expresses the passion and wonder of the human soul. Jeff clinched it all for me. The story I had been writing was indeed a trail into the mind, if only the reader would see it. That trail leads exactly where the reader needs to go, just like Jimi and Jeff and all the rest of them understood.
As I head into my mid-50s, this story resonates more and more for me. It plays with the concepts of sound and time and consciousness. People seem to have forgotten big mysterious questions of existence. The power of sound in particular is something neuroscientists are only just beginning to understand with their new ability to scan and map brain activity. To me, all sound is now a foothold, a question, a gateway into another realm. Sound is always on the verge of what is out there and what is going to happen next. The sound of the human voice creating words, sending meaning out into the universe is truly sublime. And the sound of birds in the morning, frogs at sunset, and the wind blowing through the trees is equally as divine and inspiring.
But the sound of the human voice integrated and amplified through great music —whether symphonic or rock ‘n’ roll—linked to time through beat, and connected to vibration through the tender thunder of low decibel instruments is particularly magical. Everyone in this world understands what I’m talking about on one level or another. The passion we all feel when we hear music we love is unlike anything else in our lives. That’s what drove me to write Beyond the Will of God. That’s what drives every rock ‘n’ roll tale I know—from bio movies about the greats like Richie Valens and Janis Joplin, to novels by gifted writers like Anne-Marie Klein here at Behind Blue Eyes. Music doesn’t just sooth the savage beast, it is the beast coming back to itself over and over again.
Beyond the Will of God: CreateSpace (paperback) | Amazon (.co.uk, .de, .fr, .es, .it) | Barnes & Noble
Watch the trailer. Visit the Author’s website and Goodreads profile. Follow him on Twitter or Facebook. David also writes for TalkingWriting and Kotori Magazine, and has two short story collections out now.
Just before we published this, David informed me that Beyond the Will of God has been short-listed for the December eBook of the Month at IWriteReadRate.com. Voting is open until December 30th at Vote for My eBook, if you want to check it out and support David.
Share Article → Sorry for the lack of Backstory, dear readers. We want to do this weekly, but the editor (Austin) was ill for last week’s story and this week has been busy recovering.
We will be publishing backstories for the first three weeks of December, take a short break, and resume publishing in January.
Share Article → The Mutual Street Arena was built in downtown Toronto in 1912, and was a sports and entertainment destination for a long part of its history. It is where Frank Sinatra played in 1949, and where Glenn Miller and his orchestra made their only Toronto appearance in 1942. It is also where the Toronto St. Patricks, later renamed the Maple Leafs, played until Maple Leaf Gardens was built in 1931.
The facility was renamed The Terrace and renovated in 1962 (the year I was born) to include a curling club and a roller skating rink. I have very vivid memories of a filed trip with my grade 6 classmates to The Terrace in 1974, and can still remember the red skates I rented and the endless laps around the track to thumping rock tunes under soft lights. I can’t claim to ever have been more than barely competent, but I recall the thrill of holdings hands with a boy I liked as we went around and around the rather large surface. It was a fantastic venue for an afternoon of simple, fairly innocent fun, with a basic snack bar and a decor that was comfortable and familiar. This fond recollection is why I had to include The Terrace in my novel and send two of my characters on a romantic date there.
The Terrace was sold in 1988 to become a residential development, and closed its doors on April 30, 1989. One of the buildings has retained the name of The Terrace, but sadly, the roller skating rink that gave so many of us endless hours of pleasure is long gone.
These historical images are from http://www.tmlfever.com/mutualstreetarena.html .
The Terrace | in Toronto Rocks Clare C. Marshall has super powers. Not only is she Canadian like us, but she’s also written a crisp, fresh, and enjoyable young adult fantasy. I think you’ll enjoy it, but first Clare needs to tell you where her story came from…
Clare: The Violet Fox began as a faery tale in my head, and evolved to be so much more.
I began writing the story when I was in elementary school. Run, the first word, scribbled in large awkward letters on looseleaf that I kept in a blue binder, stuffed to the brim with story fragments. The first word of the book remains the same today.
Back then it wasn’t called The Violet Fox. It was simply known as “Freetor”, a combination of “Freedom” and “Fighter.” It’s also the name of the group of people in the story who are forced to live underground. Kiera, the protagonist, fights for her people’s right to live on the surface. One day, she’s tasked with an important mission: disguise herself as a princess and infiltrate the castle and retrieve a stolen magical tome. The story was crystal clear before me, just begging to be written.
I probably wrote about five chapters, double spaced, in this blue binder before it was transferred to a blue duotang. It was a special story. One that had to be expanded and loved.
I left it alone.
A few years later, I was re-watching the Mask of Zorro and was hit by a burst of inspiration for the first chapter. I had digitized my childlike scrawl a while before this to ensure I’d always have a digital copy, so I opened the document, and began writing. Most of the first chapter poured out of me. Kiera wanted out. This was when I came up with the idea that Kiera would have a superhero-like name, and thus, the Violet Fox was born.
But as I grew up, I got too busy for Kiera and her important mission. I went through university, and then my post-grad program, and I never wrote another word. Kiera wouldn’t leave me alone, though.
I published my first book, Within, in 2011. It’s nothing like The Violet Fox: the story is set in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and has more of a contemporary vibe than a fantasy one. Young people are hungry for fantasy. Kiera banged on the walls of my mind again, screaming to be let out. Finally, I relented.
A year later, the book was sent away to the printer, and will be available online and in select bookstores.
Kiera is finally free.
The Violet Fox: Faery Ink Press | Amazon
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