Michael Heumann’s latest album, Riverrun, is available now at Bandcamp, iTunes, Amazon, and other online retailers.
Here’s is the brief blurb accompanying the Bandcamp release:
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This is the 3rd studio album from Michael Heumann. It follows the adventures of a rag-tag troubadour as he battles zombies and demons in the California desert while searching for Dante, Grape Vines, and reconciliation.
The album contains 10 songs and is 35 minutes in length–more than enough time to down that bottle of wine while crying to yourself as you listen along. The track listing is below.
- The Knife (3.02)
- Grove Reading (3.09)
- Paradise (3.37)
- Inferno (6.14)
- Riverrun (1.36)
- Active Candy (3.02)
- Grape Vines (1.49)
- Reconciliation (5.39)
- Purgatory (5.44)
- Dinky Jeff (1.16)
- Appendix 1: Lyrics to “The Knife”
Four years ago, I was eaten by a monster, some weird cross between a giant rat and a giant worm. I didn’t hear it coming, and no one else saw it, since I was out in the middle of nowhere in the high desert east of Victorville. I felt jolt and then…slurp. He didn’t even bother to chew me. I guess when you’re as big as that monster was, a full-grown man is as insignificant as a clump of goo.
He even ate the sand and dirt beneath my feet–which was a real blessing since it gave me traction as I slid down his throat into his stomach.
So I was in his belly, and it was a good sized belly. Of course I couldn’t see anything, but I could hear echoes and gurgles coming from all around me. There was space in here.
And I wasn’t alone. There was something else–something breathing. I looked towards the sound and suddenly saw two red dots–two big, bulging, evil eyes. Weird eyes, like Don Knotts as a demon. They were looking at me.
“It’s not time,” a voice said. “Not time for you.”
Before I could respond, the creature darted forward and placed something in my hand–something sharp and heavy, a knife.
“This should help,” it said. The eyes blinked and disappeared. I was alone again.
So suffice to say that I used that knife as intended. Some time later, I was free from that monster. As I sat there in the desert moonlight, scraping blood and mucus away from my eyes and trying to classify exactly what sort of beast I had just destroyed, I noticed that there were two things on the handle of that knife.
First, it said, “Return here and wait under the moonlight. Then it will be time.”
Beneath that, there was a date–a date four years into the future. Today’s date, to be exact.
And so I’m here, and so I wait.
Appendix 2: “Inferno” Video
A brief intermission before we return to our regular feature.
