Sasha Soren
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HomeHi, thanks for taking the time to visit. Please be aware that this is only a placeholder site, and might not include the most up-to-date news, since Sasha is at work on new projects at the moment. Thanks for your patience and understanding! If you have questions about other projects not included at the site, please just drop a line via Lyrika Publicis .  Meet Nevermore, and find out about some of the interesting secret bits hidden in "Random Magic." Quick hits: "Random Magic" When absent-minded Professor Random misplaces the main character from “Alice in Wonderland,” young Henry Witherspoon must book-jump to fetch Alice before chaos theory kicks in and the world vanishes. Along the way he meets Winnie Flapjack, a wit-cracking doodle witch with nothing to her name but a magic feather and a plan. Such as it is... Chapter XI: In Which Winnie Solves a Puzzling Riddle In Hangmans' Wood, With the Help of an Elm Tree and a Borrowed Pocketknife Which She Never Gave Back, So Far As We Know “Well, well,” the apparition said, his voice like the distant rumble of battle cannons. “And what’s an acorn like yourself doing in the Hangmans’ Wood?” “Trying to get to the castle,” she said. “We need a lift.” “Oh, I see,” Charon said, letting out another puff of wind, which drove the sailboat further away. “Good luck with that, then.” He let out another puff. “Charon!” Winnie said. “We can’t cross the water. It’s got…lots of…something nasty in it.” “Skullfish,” Charon said. “Tasty. Yes, packed to the gills with skullfish. Keeps away the uninvited, you see,” he said pointedly. Chapter XII: In Which the Terrible Curse of the De Morgues Comes to Light Over the Second Course, After Having Been Appallingly Late to Dinner, in the First Place “My love,” said the Count, turning solicitously to the first Lady de Morgue, “what will make you more your enchanting dismal self? Shall we have a Margarita?” The second Lady de Morgue pressed a preternaturally pale and slender hand against her temples. “I’d rather a Tom Collins if that –-can be arranged.” Mort nodded. The Count turned to the other Lady De Morgue. “And you, my treasure? Have you the appetite for a Tom Collins?” he said earnestly. “No, I see. Perhaps you’d rather your favorite, a Bloody Mary?” “I’d rather a virgin tonight, darling.” The Count’s forehead wrinkled. “Ahh,” he said. “Have we any left in the village?” [...] Hypatia slid into her seat. The De Morgues watched her warily. The second Lady de Morgue stared across the table, the bluish shadows under her immense, luminous eyes making her look vaguely startled. The Count cleared his throat. “And how was school tonight, darling?” he said. “Oh, boring.” Hypatia spotted the centerpiece of dead flowers, and crinkled her nose in distaste. “Look, we’ve got all the money in the world,” she said, “Couldn’t we have some – space daisies or something?” The second Lady De Morgue flinched. The Count settled himself deeper into his ornate velvet chair, and continued his chat. “And how was Coffin Decoration class?” Henry’s mouth dropped open. “Dead boring,” Hypatia moped, kicking a table leg. “The only color swatches they had were black.” She rolled her eyes. Lady De Morgue stifled a sob into her handkerchief. Reader pre-reviews: “Brilliant! Roald Dahl meets Hayao Miyazaki”, “Alice in Wonderland meets Monty Python!”, “in line of Pratchett or Adams”, “zany, off-the-wall laugh riot”, “great dialogue”, “inventive and fun”, “keeps building into funny, twisted nonsense!”, “wildly and wonderfully imaginative”, “hilarious”, “it would take a master like Hayao Miyazaki to bring it to life properly”, “it’s Lewis Carroll and Roald Dahl and Monty Python and...it all works!” More: "Random Magic">> Quick hits: "Nothing Personal" She was a myth, like a Sphinx in leather. Half the staffers at "Sizzle" believed she didn’t even exist. People said she’d hotwired her lair to electrocute intruders. It was only a rumor, but there were still no takers. More: "Nothing Personal">> Quick hits: "Spoonful of Voodoo" Il est un univers sans fin du paradis à l’enfer qui se trouve pour certains entre l’affre et le bonheur Pour la plupart il n’y a rien lame et chair ne faisant qu’un... - "Hex" More: "Spoonful of Voodoo" >>  --"Maximum Ink" Spoonful of Voodoo album hot tracks: "Lucifer Fell" Let me tell you a story about a man wicked with women Whenever he entered a room heads turned All in pursuit of indomitable prey He was as dark and beautiful as an angel and angels must be obeyed Lounging saturnine in a prima lounge choosing among his slaves He was a king serene secure of admiration but then she came... Find out how the story ends. Spoonful of Voodoo album hot tracks: “Wicked Sexy Violet Pisces” Changeling eyes start out blue They scan the room without seeming to She sees more than she misses which isn’t - ever - very much... Find out how the story ends. A remote cross between classic alternative pop influences and beats you'd hear at a Parisian rave..."Christiania" is a rasta-funky, sink into a beanbag with bloodshot eyes...A cacophonic mix of instruments gives the CD an avant garde, modern art feel. -- "WOMANROCK" Spoonful of Voodoo album hot tracks: "Christiania" There's a place in Copenhagen where the green grass grows Chilling out in little 'dam the peace pipe overflows Blonde rasta on the corner born and bred in 'mark Mocha-colored hippie twins painting lanterns in the park Got no use for notoriety Got no problem with sobriety Just laid out, laid-back and passing the pipe round the fringes of society... Find out how the story ends. Import album Spoonful of Voodoo available through Tower Records UK, Tower Records and CD Baby. Album now available via DD at: Viztas, NetMusic, AudioLunchbox, iTunes, EMEPE3, MusicMatch, DiscLogic and Sony Connect. Quick hits: "Random Magic" EFFIE Oh, that’s just Gone. He exists in nine dimensions. WINNIE One for every life. Or one for every Muse, like a timeshare? The cat hops out of Henry’s arms and strolls imperiously ahead of them, lashing a tail that keeps vanishing. HENRY Why’s he called Gone? WINNIE Because whenever you look for him – HENRY He’s Gone, right. More: "Random Magic"  "Arte Six" UPCOMING ISSUE(S) MUSIC “You’re like a tattoo on my tongue A permanent scar of an invisible someone Seeking words I’m not supposed to tell Like a wish got lost down a wishing well...” A “petite blonde with unruly hair and a voice seven times her size,” this singer/songwriter draws comparisons to Janis Joplin, but captivates listeners with a soulful, honey-gravel voice that's all her own. If you’re in the mood for hippie-soul-gospel-bluesy-folk-rock with quirky, intelligent lyrics, you’ll love this album. Read an in-depth interview with this artist, in an upcoming issue of “Arte Six.”  "Arte Six" UPCOMING ISSUE(S) DANCE French sculptress Camille Claudel (1864-1943) spent the last 30 years of her life in an asylum, the starting point of this choreographer’s work about a fascinating artist. She chronicles the remnants of Claudel's life, conjuring up the shadows of Claudel’s last days in Paris. The work also references Claudel’s lifelong struggle to continue creating sculpture, defying nineteenth-century conventions to establish herself in a field dominated by men. “A Claudel biography was, suddenly, in my hands, I don’t really know how, and the story began at that point. I was inspired to create this work because of her person, her character, her personality: a strong, brave, passionate woman.” Read an in-depth interview with this choreographer, in an upcoming issue of “Arte Six.” |
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