THE NIGHTLY CHILL
By Steve Arviso
I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 1, Scene 1).
FIGHT THE DAWN!
As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.
The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.
- BETWEEN THE CRACKS
- WE ARE THE LOST
- I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT 1, SCENE 1)
- THE MIXTAPE
I think something I’m doing, consciously or not, is finishing up recent projects that I’ve let linger in one stage of development or another. The Nightly Chill, as it’s become in recent months, has been exactly the sort of fire under my ass that I’ve long needed. Raw as some of this material may be, I’m happy it out there and being read by someone, anyone who comes across it. It’s forced me to complete something every night I possibly can, even if just for myself. Because now it’s out there.
It’s a mentality I originally picked up to some degree years ago during my time in professional wrestling. This idea that you have to be willing to go out there, balls out, and just…do it. Any hesitation was a way to get you, or someone else, seriously hurt.
But it either didn’t click just right, or it took me time to fully understand what this meant. Not until several years ago when I let myself go on stage and try my hand at standup comedy.
I missed the live aspect of entertainment. This sink-or-swim experience that involves a lot of crowd-reading and tweaking as you go.
But that shouldn’t always be reserved for entertainment like standup or pro wrestling. It’s a mentality that should be embraced by any craftsman, any creative type. There’s a time and place for meticulously polished productions that have been rehearsed, honed, and edited to perfection (or close to it). But there’s something to be said about allowing yourself to simply work, and feel your way through it. To let the audience see it in this raw, developing format.
Because sometimes, it’s too easy to let that ideal image–that show we sometimes see in our head, in all its perfected production glory–blind us to the reality: we’re all here just trying to grab people’s attention and give them a show. And that pursuit of perfected craftsmanship can easily become an excuse as to why you’ve failed to produce anything at all.
Just something to think about tonight.
BETWEEN THE CRACKS
See you soon,
WE ARE THE LOST
The Nightly Chill wants to show some love to a variety of cool shit from local and other independent artists, performers, and assorted creative types!
If you have a show you want to promote, especially if it’s located in SoCal, let’s get your poster and links! Got a cool short film you made for no money, or a song your band is trying to get out there to more peeps? Let’s embed that YouTube video and link new listeners to where they can support you!
Hit us up if you make:
- Music, audio dramas
- Genre fiction, poetry, films, etc!
The weirder, the better!
We are The Lost. And together, we’ll make sure the world sees and hears us.
PULPBUSTERS – THE SHADOW KNOWS
Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Listen to it now on Spotify, sub to the PulpBusters audio feed, or even download a free MP3 of The Shadow Knows using the links below.
I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT 1, SCENE 1
An absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror.
SCENE 1. CRUSHED VELVET LINGERIE.
It never occurred to Cassie that an ancient evil slumbered beneath the local mall. So, imagine her surprise when she found exactly that sometime last Tuesday.
SOUNDSCAPE: THE DEPRESSING AMBIENCE OF A CRAMPED SWEATBOX OF AN APARTMENT WITH TACKY, OUT-OF-DATE DECOR.
CASSIE OPENS A BAG, PULLS OUT AND HOLDS UP OVERSIZED, CRUSHED VELVET LINGERIE.
What the shit is this?
Cassie sat in the living room of the one-bedroom apartment her mother shared with Cassie’s younger sister, holding up oversized lingerie. The lingerie looked like crushed velvet, but felt like a mistake. Her mother and sister, meanwhile, looked on at this like two ham-faced potato people. One with a blank look of disinterest. The other slightly more sunken and dusty, with a blank look of confusion.
You don’t like it.
(Turns to SISTER, still whining.)
She doesn’t like it.
I told you she wouldn’t like it.
Well, Sweetie. Your sister and I know how down you’ve been ever since you broke up with What’s-his-face.
(Lying to herself.)
And we didn’t break up.
(Lying harder, sadder.)
We’re just…on a break.
Honey, you know I usually support you and your sister’s delusions. But maybe it’s time to accept that Jordan’s not coming back.
(Even she doesn’t buy it.)
But, he might?
Was Jordan the one that moved to Oregon to grow pot?
No, Sweetie. Jordan’s the one who wandered off to smoke pot by the railroad tracks and be one with nature.
That was Duncan.
Wait. So, which one was Jordan?
He moved to Texas to start a gourmet hot dog food truck.
Cassie-Honey. It’s time for you to bait that hook and catch you another fish.
Yeah! That’s why we got you a few things to make you feel sexy again!
Oh, no. You mean there’s more?
MOM EXCITEDLY HOLDS UP SOME VOUCHERS.
Mother-Daughters Day at the spa!
Huh. That’s…not a terrible gift, actually.
But, why is this lingerie so big? There’s no way it’d ever–
(Cuts herself off.)
(Turns to SISTER.)
Was this yours?
Mom found it in our closet. She said it wouldn’t do me any good.
Sounds like Mom.
Look. If you don’t like it, you can exchange it at the Boulder Holders down at The Garden. I still have the receipt.
The Garden? I thought they closed that hellhole years ago.
Hellhole? You two used to love that mall.
What? No, we didn’t.
Both of you used to beg me to drop you off there every morning during the summer.
We didn’t have air conditioning!
Yeah. It was either this sweatbox, or middle-aged managers leering at us.
Life’s full of difficult choices.
You taught us that, Mom.
Are you telling me you chose being grossly uncomfortable just so you wouldn’t be hot all day at home?
At least we weren’t hot.
Not until we got home.
Yeah, yeah. You want the receipt, or not?
TO BE CONTINUED…
READ IT ALL NOW!
Tracks I’m currently chillin’ with. Tonight, other nights. Follow the Playlist on YouTube to keep up with all the changes.
GRAND GHOULISH – THE E-BOOK!
Originally serialized in the digital pages of The Nightly Chill, Steve Arviso’s Grand Ghoulish collects the completed absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!
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YOU ARE NOT ALONE
THE NIGHTLY CHILL