Clem Fandango

Braugher runs into Clem at the cafe.

Braugher: Hey, I stopped by the house the other day and it was empty.

Clem: You say that like it should be news to me.

Baugher: It was to me. Did you and Gran get another place?

Clem: Well...we each got our own new places.

Baugher: ... Oh.

Clem: It's all good. Well, not really, but it isn't terrible. I think the word I'm looking for is 'sad' maybe.

Baugher: Separation?

Clem: Not bodily, no.

Baugher: You know what I mean.

Clem: We decided keeping a house together wasn't fair because she has so many responsibilities and she's away most of the time, so I am taking a cue from David Gilmour and living on a houseboat. Smaller digs, but my view is the sound, sometimes a cargo ship, maybe a school of piscis sapiens frolicking in the surf...

Baugher: Sorry, man.

Baugher: What about the shop? You keeping that?

Clem: Nah. I absorbed too much negative energy. This island is just surging with it. Don't tell my landlord but I almost caused a feedback loop through a micro-rift causing a cross-rift that almost swallowed the block.

Baugher: So you nearly exploded the neighborhood.

Clem: Kinda. The neighborhood was almost swallowed by a cosmic titan, like a gnat getting sucked up a dog's nose.

Baugher: Poetry.

Clem: That's what happens when you build equipment sensitive to psychokinetic energies on top of an underground lycanthrope holding pen and activate it during a full moon. Pro tip: Always scope the property 20 meters above and below as well as around.

Baugher: Right. So you're down at the beach now.

Clem: Other end of the street. Bring your guitar and we'll jam sometime.

The Higs Thunburg Society is dedicated to the improvement of human life through the cultivation of new methods of therapy and lifestyle choices.

Founded by Dr. Higs Thunburg and Rev. Edward G. Packard based on designs and theories by Nikola Tesla, the Society reaches to psychic sensitive areas of the world to collect concentrated human energy, the organic equivalent of "zero point energy" which all life generates.

Since research began in 1875, Dr. Thunburg and his international group of scientists and technicians have identified over fifty different types of bio-energy generated by all living beings, including a planetary biosphere that perpetuates the cycle of sentient life on Earth. Without these and the psychokinetic energies that saturate the very soil of our world, life as we know it would not exist.

In 1982, the New York Parapsychological Institute completed work on its first psychokinetic energy monitor, originally designed to detect and track extra-dimensional energies commonly known as "ghosts" traveling the Ley Line networks of the Mid-Atlantic and New England regions. What these researchers did not understand was that the energies they were detecting were residual energy signatures of the recently deceased being collect into the Ley Line Network. Further, the Ley Lines were collecting ambient bio-energies to feed the Ley Line Network worldwide.

The Psychokinetic Energy Detector was improved through the collaboration of Dr. Thunburg and Dr. Stan Raymond of the NYPI and, by 1984, was able to detect and even capture sentient psychic energies. Perhaps more astonishing was the ability of the machine to detect and collect the mystical bio-energies of preternatural beings, essentially expanding the use of the machine from a "ghost detector" to a tracking device and research tool for other beings such as [redacted].

One of the more interesting discoveries in the review of bio-energies was how bio-energies attract and nourish entities that require life energy to survive, but also its ability to be used in concentrated bursts to damage and even destroy those entities. For example, in 1993, a nest of primitive ghouls was discovered in Derry, Maine. Working off the theories of Dr. Stanley Raymond, a organoleptic-charged blast of living energies was directed into the nest. The energies initially caused the ghouls to mosh into a frenzy of orgasmic delight, but within minutes overwhelmed their cellular capacity to process life energies resulting in what one witness described as:

Controversy and Closing in 2009.

In February of 2009, the New York office of the Higs Thunburg Society was raided and its equipment impounded by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Dr. Thunburg and several of his associates were charged with making false claims about the supernatural for the purpose of taking money from those desperate to communicate with the dead, particularly recently-deceased loved ones. Thunburg denied all charges, but was unable to answer them in court because he was found dead in his cell two days after his arrest. His associates cooperated with authorities and all equipment, records, and research associated with the Society within the United States were turned over to authorities. Similarly, the governments of various countries worked to collect and impound all property of the Society worldwide.

Some of the earliest members of the Society went into hiding, taking with them all the equipment they could save, claiming the actions against them were orchestrated by a secret society called "The Masquerade" dedicated to subverting any scientific investigation of the paranormal.

By 2018, long-standing allies, The Hollywood Vampires and the New York Firehouse Blues Review ceased all but a few small operations.

Reformation and Current Charitable Status

In 2012, the Society was acquired by a group of investors represented by Alice Cooper, Dan Aykroyd, Dr. Stanley Raymond, Dark Horse Investment Group, Enterdyne Capital Ventures, Inc., and Broadway Video. The organization was restructured as a charity to fund third-party non-traditional medical research and maintains counseling centers for survivors of abuse and psychological trauma. There are currently 375 Lodges across the world in major cities and small towns at Ley Line nexus points and fissures.

Society Lodges offer members accommodations while on the road and access to information, safety, and counseling as well as an opportunity to meet other lodge members who have also experienced preternatural trauma.

The Higs Thunburg Society is a registered 501C charitable organization which continues to perform research into parapsychological and organic-zero-point energies.

Radio Free Wailing Rock is on hiatus. Thanks to folks for their support. Real Life is eating up all my spare time as a major project ramps up. Thanks for your support.

NO NEW EPISODE THIS WEEK! That's right because Gran and I are planning their overdue HONEYMOON to a nearby island owned by an old friend of mine. Lou Caskin busted his ass on the road for over 40 years and helped write some of the greatest rock songs ever recorded. He got the idea to buy an island in the Pacific Northwest back in 1983 when a bunch of us went to see the movie WarGames and he is living his dream with his wife Duraltia on 300 acres of lush, pristine forested hills. Out of the blue, Lou contacted me, congratulated Gran and me on the unexpected marriage and offered to put us up for a whole two weeks in his island hunting lodge. IMAGINE! Two weeks without monsters, demons, and blood-suckers (that don't exist). Gran and I can't wait. We'll be broadcasting "live" from the island via Internet the weekend before All Hallow's Eve so you can share our reception party with us. I am ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that nothing can go wrong with the two of us on a remote island in a stormy fall season where we can only come and go once a day, assuming the weather is clear enough for air or water travel. :)

New Episode is Processing: Episode 5: "Apparently, Clem is Deranged and the Cat Doesn't Like Him" https://youtu.be/zL7-IGH0Mis

NEW EPISODE! RADIO FREE WAILING ROCK Episode 4: "An Existential Crisis and Using Christian Rock to Interrogate a Vampire": https://youtu.be/tpEa_Xk_NK4 Also, RFWR is moving to YouTube due to space restrictions. The trade off is there are tougher (C) issues, so the links are unlisted and I have two instances where the sound had to be changed. (EPISODE 3 is processing at this hour and may not be available until they swap some generic jazz for Jimi H.) Check the descriptions for details. Please remember to LIKE and SUBSCRIBE so my life can have some meaning. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC3t-7b_VHA-hijwdI77maiQ/videos

I learned to play Dungeons & Dragons with Alice Cooper, Robin Williams, Sammy Hagar, and dungeon master to the stars Finn Fineman. I played a generic fighter. My first module? Tomb of Horrors. Robin played an evangelical cleric named Roofus the Gleeful and play stopped for long stretches as Father Roofus testified and tried to convert every kobold, creeper, and slime we encountered. Around three in the morning, Sammy's Magic User rolled three consecutive crit failures trying to save himself from a living pit of spikes, including a Save vs. Death. He died horribly and Sammy literally tossed the table, ending the session abruptly.

From then on, I played weekly, even on the road with Alice Cooper and his band. I had no idea someone could make a good living as a professional dungeon master. Finn went on the road with us and I heard a rumor he was pulling in $95K to write and direct a fantasy campaign. Finn was also a script doctor who did polish passes on Oscar-bait (he spells it "Oscarbate") feature films.

Radio Free Wailing Rock - Special Epsiode: The Harvest Moon on Fris at the 13th. Beware! Also. Some OOC info: https://soundcloud.com/user-70000455/rf-wailing-rock-full-moon-special-report/s-Jt4qF

Following an encounter with the aforementioned asshole floating in a green fart cloud, Clem had to be "healed" and in the process, regained some of his memories.

Clem was once a member of a secret society of monster hunters and recently "retired" by them so he could finally enjoy life. This was an involuntary retirement and the details behind that decision are still unknown, but as far as the outside world is concerned, "Clem Fandango" was the victim of a carjacking in Bar Harbor that ended with him being tied to a tree, stabbed, and left to be consumed by the animals of the Acadia National Park.

I was 12 years old when they killed Belushi at the Chateau Marmont. I know because I was in the room when the two succubi stabbed him in the navel with a syringe full of heroin. I couldn't do anything about it. It wasn't just that I was 12 and had no power to stop two demons from doing whatever the hell they wanted, but that one of the demons had already slammed me across the bedroom into a dresser, nearly breaking my spine.

Outside, in the sitting room, Robin Williams sat motionless, eyes peering into the void as the drugs carried him on his own journey. It was my first "job" with the Hollywood Vampires and I remember waking in the hospital, surrounded by nurses watching Belushi's funeral on the news in my room. I remember thinking "It's my fault he's dead. The world's greatest demon slayer is dead because of me."