Oh- and there’s also a band that most of them are in. Did I forget to mention that?
Just finishing up some bits for a new music video coming up! Now Lucy has her drum kit! YAY!!!
Here we are with vlog number three!
I’m trying to do these in smaller chunks now so I can get them out to you sooner so the MODit system release and Piano Abstracts will be in separate vlogs coming soon!
This is the Surreal Orange story.
Of course its not the whole story. Its spoiler free and really just a quick introduction to the concepts, structure and feel of the show, but it should give you a good idea of what I’m thinking. Light-hearted and more of a comedy but with some darker stuff mixed in. Its got adventure elements but it’ll be all over the place. I’ll be exploring not only with the characters and story but also with the treatments and style of the show and I’m sure it’ll get very expressionistic, no doubt.
Let me know what you think! Thanks!
Orange Piano is written and performed by J Matthew Root. Available everywhere now in the album Piano Abstracts 1.
On Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/4l5hW4…
On Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/music/player/a…
The doodle is one I completely forgot about filming back in 2018. In the ‘before times’! Thats why I called it lost. It was! But now its found. I hope you like! ((Hugs!!))
A bit about Fantasy Faire then a LOT about my new single FUQIT and my new album Piano Abstracts 1. Lots of new music and visual treats!
Introductions and Updates. For anyone who doesn’t know me here’s the short version of my back story and then updates on new items in Second Life, Fantasy Faire 2022, my upcoming album release and my animated series Surreal Orange. Thanx so much!
Getting so much closer now to finishing the album. Literally my life’s work. Some of the melodies in here I started playing with when I was a kid tinkering with the piano. I’ll give you all much more detail when the full release happens early in 2022 but for now here’s a few excerpts for you to try out. I hope you like them!
J Matthew Root – Deeper – Traveler [Work in Progress Excerpt]
J Matthew Root – Deeper – Rust [Work in Progress Excerpt]
J Matthew Root – Deeper – Point of No Return [Work in Progress Excerpt]
J Matthew Root – Deeper – The Burning Ship [Work in Progress Excerpt]
These were all dreamt in the same night and in this order. It was a rare experience that I remembered all four dreams. Also I’m not sure if dream 4 is a continuation of dream 2 or not. Could be.
How did I get here?
A deep dull green sky writhed low over a sea that shouldn’t be calm. Miniature crests lapped and hissed over the dark pebbly sand. I looked at my boots as the water ran gently over them. Hands in my pockets. Breath a faint ghost of winter in morning air hinting only slightly at a hot day to come. The orange polyester vest was a welcome comfort- a gift from my unlikely benefactors. They argued behind me- a map laid out on the hood of their old Jeep. I could hear their voices but not the words. It amazed me that anyone could argue in tones that pleasant.
Coffee would be so nice right now.
An old rotting wharf stretched out like an incomplete bridge to a sunken island. The water caressed its feet too.
The tunnel was crowded. The arched ceiling barely visible behind the hanging, flickering fluorescent lights. Covered in dry ancient tar the walls peaked out from behind the piles of stuff. Not just any stuff. The corridor had become a makeshift museum of second-rate kitsch. Lamps with strings of plastic crystal beads and ornamentation that could only be impressive if viewed from the other room, or possibly the other house. Poorly made pine chests badly disguised as old oak. A ballerina danced on a cushion of bobbing and swaying lights- colors shifting slowly. A million plastic things all trying their best not to look plastic. All of them failing. A monument to materialism built by people to poor to be materialistic. It was hard to believe the lack of a black velvet painting of Elvis or a pair of staring panther eyes.
Carlos pushed through the mess quickly- urging us on.
I wasn’t so much paralyzed as fascinated. It was impossible to believe most of the things I had seen over the last few weeks- but this pushed the limits. The camouflage disguised the grisly pile on the back of the truck. If you didn’t let yourself focus on it you could think it was just a pile of mulch or cut grass. Branches- garbage- anything but bodies.
I watched as tiny auburn rivers ran down the lowered black wood tailgate until a quick motion caught my eye. Marc ripped his knife out of the last of them. Breathing hard through his rictus grin. Relishing the moment as his last victim went limp and gave up the ghost. Then all I saw was the blade. Deep blackened red on shining stainless steel. It was a short fat blade protruding from his fist. Fresh blood was everywhere on him- turning his dark striped hunting camos black but somehow still looking just like blood.
I didn’t see his eyes- but suddenly I was aware he was looking at me. The beginnings of panic just starting to suggest themselves as a flash flew past my head. And Marc fell.
Gripping his stomach as he slowly became one with his nightmarish work.
Just another body now.
The sun was up there somewhere- behind the clouds- but you couldn’t tell where. Empty branches reached up to a gray ceiling. Perfect water droplets fell onto the dirty wet gravel.
It was over- and nothing had changed.
February? February 8th? Maybe.
I looked down at my watch and read the date.
Had to go a few hundred miles west before crossing the channel.
Why Glasgow? Why me? Why anything?
But I still couldn’t shake the feeling. This was urgent. This had to be. Like an interrupted message from an old friend giving you a time and place that you MUST be- but not getting the chance to say why. It was important. You could hear it in his voice before he was cut off. Deadly serious. This had to be. Otherwise I was just another nutcase.
But no friend had called. Unless God was my friend.
Everything pointed there. Every coded hint. I still wasn’t sure that “2-8” was a date- but it seemed a little too perfect that the date was February sixth.
I climbed into the jeep and closed the squeaky door.
“Well- if we’re going to do this we’d better get going.”
Jorge nodded at me and threw it in drive as I felt Sara’s hand on my shoulder. Unsure herself but still trying to reassure me that I wasn’t crazy. Why were they helping me?
The engine roared as the suspension complained about the rough dirt road. The sea behind us, for now.
“You think we could find a place for some coffee?”
Dusting off some old renders and exploring long forgotten backups and I discovered some early dark renders of the scarab design I did and just had to give them a nice spacey treatment. I hope you like!