Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Peggy Nadramia & THe aMerican DReam




Yes, "Rapid Transit" sucks/sucked/will always suck because it was the first thing I ever sold, not counting my poem "Uncle Don" to BEATNIKS FROM SPACE. But the story did have a pupose, filling a certain void in 1985 Chicago, and Peggy Nadramia did indeed have the balls, or maybe her husband Peter Gilmore's nuts 'o fun, to publish the story. Even though it had no dialogue. Even though I resorted to having a cockroach crawling in a certain body area for effect. My final writing project at U of I, and she buys it! The only time you'll ever see my middle name missing in a story heading, though. But ENOUGH! Peggy had me in her magazine--and in their humble Hell's Kitchen abode--many times, and some dude named David Bruce wrote what would be the first nasty letter directed at me to Peggy. David himself wrote stories about joggers being eaten by steel vaginas, but I digress. GRUE#7 saw the publication of "I aM THe aMerican DReam." Evan Shustak would eventually appear in several stories and be killed off in my novel, THE HOLY TERROR. Almost fifteen years later, not a convention goes by where someone, and not always a stranger at the urinal next to me with orange ooze coming from a cast on his forearm, but again, I digress--asks if I'll ever write about the Dream again. All his stories were typed journal format, recounting his exploits, running around Chicago with wrist braces and a heating pad for a cape, dragging along his invisible sidekick, Blind Justice, who nowadays might represent The Patriot Act, but once again, I digress. The above photos show a copy of GRUE with photo work by HE Fassl, myself dressed exactly as THe aMerican DReam for the story "Smile For The Wild" in Rachel Drummond's SEQUITER one-shot, and the comicization of that first story in GRUE for Hart Fisher's OUTLAW NATION, produced by Boneyard Press. It may have been Karl Edward, rest his soul, that kept my name in peoples' faces for a decade, but I'd still be selling poems to BEATNIKS FROM SPACE if it wasn't for Peggy Nadramia, one of the coolest, neatest women on this, or any, planet. Blurt! Squib! (Inside joke c/o the Long Island RR conductor after having a few Jacks straight up). Your chattel, Wayne

6 comments:

Stewart Sternberg said...

The picture of you with the mask is a little disturbing. No. It's very disturbing in a sphincter closing kind of way. Stop.

Charles Gramlich said...

I "think" I may have submitted a story to Peggy many, many years ago, but I no longer remember for sure. I don't believe she accepted it, but despite that (lol) I've only heard good things about her.

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

The photo's background is the old Cuneo building, a tire factory was part of the ruins, and used as a bacdrop at the end of the film BACKDRAFT.

Anonymous said...

"Rapid Transit" doesn't suck. Here's a box of Screaming Yellow Zonkers for your trouble. You oughta do a Podcast, Wayne, no foolin'.

"Me and you and a trunk fulla Grue..."

I love ya, baby, don't you EVAH change!

--Peggy from Hell's Kitchen

Wayne Allen Sallee said...

The lyrics Peggy refers to would be to the tune of Lobo's "Me & You And A Dog Named Boo." Isn't it strange how we recall things so vividly from 20 years ago? Remember that song by BREAD, "(I Want To) Make It With You"? I should do a YouTube in my crotchless Riddler outfit singing "(I Wanna Be Naked) In GRUE"! So there! I still have the magic!!! Blurt! Squib!

Ormondroyd's Encyclopedia Esoterica said...

I'm going to start thinking in the back of my mind-- where the swamp things, dimetrodons and eryops dwell-- of a way to resurrect "I aM THe aMerican DReam" as a alternative comic series, somewhere between "Ex Machina", "Persepolis", "American Splendor" and "Constantine". The DReam is too fucking good an avatar to let him die on the shelf.