Hello, long neglected friends of Bedlam!
Our tenth birthday is in November and we’d love to celebrate that milestone by cleaning this place up and sharing some new work with you, so we are issuing an open call for submissions! We are presently focused on digital publication, but we are on the lookout for pieces and artists for our forthcoming print ventures as well.
We are interested in short stories, flash fiction, and visual art, but we will consider any medium as long as the work is effective and affecting! We will leave the subject matter up to you as well, but we get a special kind of excitement from socially conscious pieces and anything that challenges the status quo. We are not a “genre” publication, and while we do not shy away from genre fiction, we are drawn to works that defy genre and preconceptions.
Bedlam prides itself on being a stepping stone for new writers and artists looking to make their way into the massive creative atmosphere. In keeping with this standard, we may offer to edit or even workshop any piece that is not quite reaching its mark – as long as we see potential!
Artists always maintain all rights on any and all work submitted to Bedlam Publishing.
Please send work in your preferred format to: firstname.lastname@example.org
Though we are unable to compensate for contributions at this time, we are plotting contests that will result in physical publication and even some cash! We look forward to hearing from you!
Please direct any questions or comments to the email address above, or contact us on Facebook!
Your pals at Bedlam Publishing
This is a bit of a departure for Stendhal Syndrome. Our round-table style music review column scored a webcam interview with John Gourley (vocals, guitar) and Kyle O’Quin (keyboards) of the prolific shape-shifters Portugal. The Man. We were also joined (albeit briefly) by Milena Quinteros of the music blog Miles Awaay. Despite technical difficulties such as Josh’s camera not working (and his incessant, awkward laughter), we managed to leave space for the band to deliver some interesting and insightful answers. Kick back with your beverage of choice and enjoy Stendhal vs. Portugal, complete with semi-discernible audio clips!
Josh Smith: First off, thanks for doing this – this is super awesome. It’s kinda throwing us out of whack though, we usually just kinda review albums and we’re usually really drunk while we do it. So we’re both sober and we’ve never interviewed anyone, let alone bands that we actually really admire.
Jack Mueller: Whoa, um. Actually there’s a correction. I’ve been drinking since about nine o’clock this morning.
John Gourley: I feel you.
Jack: Actually I was at work earlier and they made me leave ‘cause I kept talking about this over and over again. Kept having to take a drink to calm my nerves, so here I am.
Josh: Well, Jack, do you want to just get into it? Should we get the stupid question out of the way?
Jack: Oh, yeah, might as well.
Josh: We have one stupid question for you.
John: What’s the stupid question?
Jack: I got a buddy who writes prose-poetry, Colin Reed Moon, his stuff’s a little hoity-toity, a little pretentious and he likes to throw in his jottings a little extra punctuation so I’m wondering, is that where you guys are coming from on the name?
Rev. Jonny Dark
Greetings once again America. For those few die-hard fans of mine out there, still twitching and oozing your way through your various sordid lives, you’re going to notice a few changes to the column. First, and most obvious, would be the absence of all the hate filled tag-lines that one is typically greeted by. These are gone. The Dark House has undergone a bit of remodeling.
Now, before you infantile, semi-literate, borderline psychopathic freaks of nature who are my fan base start freaking the fuck out, let me offer an explanation… see if I can’t put your frantic little minds to ease.
I haven’t gone soft.
I haven’t found God or any other idiotic belief.
I haven’t received any sort of ‘awakening’ of any kind.
Quite simply put; I’m tired of it. I’m tired of it, and you should be as well. It’s time to grow the fuck up people, because this shit isn’t working anymore.
Stendhal Syndrome is a round-table style music review column, except there are only two of us and instead of preparing facts and references for debate, we flap gums and work on a buzz. The goal here is to discuss albums from different perspectives and help potential listeners get a better taste of the music than with a rushed, one-dimensional review, because after all… REAL RECORDS HAVE TWO SIDES.
Josh Smith: I know it seems weird that we didn’t wait four or five months between columns, but we’ve been promising this one for a while.
Jack Mueller: Yeah, thanks to a vote by your not-as-useless-as-I-thought-they’d-be Facebook friends, we get to talk about the fourth self-titled album by The Bronx!
JS: I’m pretty sure you’re my most useless Facebook friend.
JM: You really need to work on your compliments.
JS: Don’t you have a crack about them refusing to name any of their albums?
JM: No. These guys are bad ass, they do whatever they damn well please. This is a band from L.A. that calls itself The Bronx, so the only thing you can expect is that they’re going to fuck with your head.
JS: And probably rock.
JM: Oh right. Two things: They’ll rock while fucking with your head.
JS: And that their album will be self-titled.
JM: Enough already, I get it.
JS: Fine, but back on your first point, they actually moonlight as a mariachi band under the name Mariachi El Bronx, which I think is awesome.
JM: El Bronx is cool as Hell. What better way to yank people’s heads out of their asses than say, “Hey, we’re some hard rocking motherfuckers, but we’re gonna go tour and record as a mariachi band for a couple years.” They didn’t give half a shit how it impacted their image, or what the scene or the music industry or anybody else thought, they just wanted to do it.