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JD Glasscock
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- Sylmar, CA
- United States
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- About Me:
- My name is JD. I was the front man for the band Sofa King for many years as well as a music promoter and a slam poet. I quit all that four years ago to focus on film/novels. I have been writing now for 19 years, starting out as a slam poet in 1990. I represented O.C. CA in the nationals for slam poetry in 2000. I am originally from O.C., CA moving to Seattle, WA in 2000 and now to LA, CA in 2009 to finally pursue my aspirations of acting/writing/performing , song writing and eventually directing my own films..
Anyway, that's me. I have 10 chapbooks of poetry, 7 short film scripts, 10 feature film scripts, a video game design, a graphic novel, a few novels, a children's book, and various other projects. I am 6'1 200 lbs, (ugly as ugly gets, haha or maybe not ugly, depending on which throne one sits)11 tattoos. Anything else, just ask.
- About My Art:
- Twenty years experience as a writer/performer. I am represented by Max Milionz
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JD Glasscock's Blog
Feature Film -- Excerpt from my feature "Two Deeds past a dead man's corner + dreams and the burning of a pistol
Two Deeds Past a Dead Man’s
Corner + Dreams and the
Burning of a Pistol
A Feature Length Film
By
JD Glasscock
Copyright 2005
JD Glasscock
EXT. PARK, NEAR BEACH – EARLY AFTERNOON
A small boy sits in a sandbox wasting afternoons in spinning flight to the sun, building castles with heavy concentrated effort, wrist flipping plastic shovel through sand. A three year… Continue
Corner + Dreams and the
Burning of a Pistol
A Feature Length Film
By
JD Glasscock
Copyright 2005
JD Glasscock
EXT. PARK, NEAR BEACH – EARLY AFTERNOON
A small boy sits in a sandbox wasting afternoons in spinning flight to the sun, building castles with heavy concentrated effort, wrist flipping plastic shovel through sand. A three year… Continue
Posted on November 26, 2009 at 3:26pm
Poem -- Twisted Gate
Twisted Gate
in the sleep time of distant memory
a requim to the fillm noir
black and white frames
of a forlorn history
the twisted gate was the foghorn of our steps
We met in the dark ethers of moons yet cast
our hands tentativly seeking lost preludes
to kisses never tasted
flesh never comsumed
Her hunger was palpable fornication
of reunification of roads meant to tie
the cupid pierce of a forever haunt
a heat… Continue
in the sleep time of distant memory
a requim to the fillm noir
black and white frames
of a forlorn history
the twisted gate was the foghorn of our steps
We met in the dark ethers of moons yet cast
our hands tentativly seeking lost preludes
to kisses never tasted
flesh never comsumed
Her hunger was palpable fornication
of reunification of roads meant to tie
the cupid pierce of a forever haunt
a heat… Continue
Posted on November 26, 2009 at 3:24pm
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Hello JD,Great to see you here.
Yours truly,
Max Millionz