| Space-opera rock-opera, part 1 |
[May. 12th, 2009|09:40 pm] |
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So, the Brass Orchids may currently only consist of two people, but we're already working on two rock operas. One, The Tide Journals, is a bit more abstract (and is based on one of the novels I keep poking at), if also fairly comfortable in the "urban fantasy" category (complete with quasi-time-travel, alterations in the past, etc.). The second, though, is full-on, camp-happy, space-opera rock-opera with a plot which is looking like the unholy spawn of hard-boiled private-detective film noir and cyberpunk. Features include the fedora-and-trench-coat-wearing drag-king private detective (and her drag-queen femme fatale client), aliens with the voice of a saxophone run through a vocoder (who speak in jazz riffs), a malignant artificial intelligence created as a performance-art piece, narration by the guy whose death is being investigated, and a space-station police force consisting entirely of dominatrixes and leather daddies (their theme song? "Hot Space Station Justice".). |
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