The Wagons Roll On

In early 2020, fear and confusion swept the globe, and everyone grasped desperately for direction as the COVID crisis spread. Large touring groups and festivals were in an especially difficult spot, forced between risking the health of crew and fans by remaining open, or sacrificing significant money by pulling the plug too early.

Many were surprised when the Insane Clown Posse were among the first voices of reason—cancelling their long-standing annual Gathering of the Juggalos pre-emptively in the interest of keeping their fans safe.

So, when ICP announced in 2021 that the Gathering would be coming back in August, the Juggalos were rightly eager to return to their favourite place, their family reunion—or as most of them would call it, home.

It was with this spirit of renewal that the 2021 Gathering of the Juggalos began, but it took little time for an unexpected change to call all of that into question. During the ICP seminar—an annual ‘State of the Family’ address made by ICP to the Juggalos in attendance—Violent J dropped a bombshell on the crowd. He’s been suffering with heart failure, and would need to step away from full-time touring in the near future.

Although the band promised a worldwide farewell tour, and to continue annual events, the Juggalos—in attendance and following around the world—were understandably devastated. While the news wasn’t all bad—it’s not a fatal condition, and can be managed—it represented to many a loss greater than regular concerts.

To anyone in attendance, and countless Juggalo the world over, the Insane Clown Posse means more than music or shows. Concerts and Gatherings aren’t just parties, they’re an opportunity to get together with like-minded people. For many, it’s a chance to feel at home that is rarely afforded elsewhere in life.

Whatever the path people take to embrace ICP and call themselves a Juggalo, what they find in the carnival grounds tends to be defined by a pervasive sense of community, understanding, love, and unconditional acceptance. The Dark Carnival is a deliverance from a world that might otherwise be cold and cruel, and a chance to speak up against the hate that pervades other communities. As such, any ICP event thusly becomes a sort of baptism by Faygo—a cleansing, rejuvenating experience.

To be sure, this world has grown beyond the wildest dreams of ICP, and the Juggalos have long been hailed as the main attraction at any ICP event. Nonetheless, at the head of this strange menagerie since the beginning have been ICP themselves—Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J. Together, the two of them created a musical saga like no other in history, and built a refuge for weirdos, freaks, and loners in the process.

Their music has been the soundtrack to countless lives, and it is their constant hard work, planning, and creativity that have provided the backdrop of many Juggalo’s favourite memories.

To have this change is a scary thing, and worse yet is the fear over one of the beloved band members—Violent J. But while a ‘Farewell Tour’ sounds like the end, the band have promised ongoing activities, and increased musical output. Since the early 90’s, ICP have boldly claimed that, ‘the wicked clowns will never die’, and their ongoing determination to carry on the best they can and deliver for the Juggalos lends credence to that boast.

Still, many wait anxiously to see what the future holds. Change is never an easy prospect, and loss is far worse.

So, uncertainty prevails for now, and we all hold our breath and hope for the best. Until then, this Juggalo remains eternally thankful for the journey so far, and eager for the rest as the wagons roll on, wherever they may go.

-Brad OH Inc.

Celebrating the Completion of ‘Meaning Less’!

Today, I’m happy to share with all my readers that on Wednesday, March 24th, I completed my new novel, ‘Meaning Less’.

The final passages of ‘Meaning Less’ could only be completed at the Tavern on Whyte.

There’s still plenty of work to do. I’ll be giving it a quick round of revisions, then it will be off to my dear colleagues, The Drinklings, for beta reviews.

We’ll keep you updated throughout the process, and will share more about ‘Meaning Less’ as we get closer to release.

Celebrations with Janine back at Brad OH Inc. headquarters.

Until then, raise a glass with us to these exciting new days.

-Brad OH Inc.

An Update from Brad OH Inc.

Already, September is upon us, and just around the edge of the calendar looms October. The season of the witch, the time of the pumpkin draws near.

To anyone inclined to paint their face, or don a non-medical mask and wander the streets in their favourite guise, this is good news, and the world waits with bated breath hoping that Halloween can go down without complications.

In a year like this, that seems like a high hope indeed.

Everyone stuck at home, and not a thing to do. It’s a strange curse for a writer…to have his time at home exponentially increased, but his office cluttered with work-from-home set ups—a sanctuary sullied by hours on other tasks.

It’s been a time of adjustment, and of growth.

But such are the times, and only a fool would deny them.

As for us here at Brad OH Inc., we’ve busied ourselves as best can be, and continue to work on some exciting projects. A new anthology is on it’s way from the Edmonton Writer’s Group, with details coming soon. I’m also continuing work on two major novels, and the season finale of ‘The Gentleman Juggalo’ will be recording soon.

While business may not be ‘as usual’, it continues as we all must.

I hope my readers are well—please feel free to connect in the comments section below and let us know how you’ve been weathering this endless storm.

Kind Regards,

-Brad OH Inc.

Exciting News from Brad OH Inc.

Today, I’m happy to share several exciting bits of news. First off, the long-anticipated debut of ‘The Gentleman Juggalo’ Podcast is finally here! The first episode is now live, and subsequent episodes should be arriving every second week.

In ‘The Gentleman Juggalo’, a long time, down for life Juggalo named Brad (that’s me) guides his amateur friend Bo through the mysterious world of the Insane Clown Posse and their Dark Carnival.
With breakdowns of lyrics, backstories, and personal insights, together they explore the band’s evolution. But is Bo ready to get serious about ICP?

Click here to check it out. 

That’s not all. This month, I’ve been working on several short stories, which are now done and submitted to a range of magazines and competitions—so look forward to more news about them in the near future.

Now, I’m getting back to working on my current novels—it’s always great to write something new, but returning to the novels is also a real treat.

Finally, today I’ll leave you with an awesome new review for ‘Edgar’s Worst Sunday’, shared on Goodreads by our friend from Stranger Tales, ‘Ninja’ Nate Andren!

This slim, beautifully designed novel is anything but a light and fluffy page turning beach read. And thank heaven. Rather, like a fine liquor I’ve savored this deep character study over time, taking Edgar with me both in book form and as poignant allegory.
An apt comparison to Scrooge’s ghostly dream has been made, though Edgar’s journey begins far after any chance to change the shadows shown him. No, this devilishly clever tale by Edmonton’s own Brad OH leads the reader on a booze-fueled cigarette countdown to the inevitable empty pack. Good intentions may lead nowhere nice, but lack of awareness deeper than the surface illusion of self is a truly hellish hall of mirrors. It is precisely the author’s deeper awareness that underpins this deceptively hedonistic decent into the void.
Smoke ’em if ya got ’em, but know that time is a cruel mistress. Pick up a copy today, and the next time you indulge please remember to pour one out for our dead homie, Edgar.
[Other highly entertaining and highly recommended creative endeavors featuring Brad OH include podcasts Tell Me A Story, and The Gentleman Juggalo]

-Brad OH Inc.

Subscribe to the Brad OH Inc. Newsletter!

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-Brad OH Inc.

A Fool Not Just in April

Under the Green Desk Lamp…

Green Desklamp

There’s a funny thing that happens right around this time of year. On the first of April each year, we observe a weird little day called ‘April Fools’’. This glorious day is a long-time favourite for pranksters and mischief-makers the world over—as jokes are played, tricks enacted, and terrible deceptions perpetrated by one friend upon another all in the righteous pursuit of naming another as a fool.

The possibilities are endless! Saran-wrap over the toilet seat? Check! Sardine Paste in the toothpaste tube? Check! Brutal lies about the health or general well-being of distant loved-ones? Yeah, even that might pass. But recently, one phenomenon has illustrated an especially troublesome habit of humanity—and shown us perhaps that the day of fools is a boon for the few wise people among us.

See, one irresistible opportunity for news pundits and bloggers alike is to post semi-believable yet entirely unreal stories for public consumption on April Fools’ Day. The writer will let the speculation and doubts run roughshod until noon, then coolly—and doubtless with an air of overplayed coyness—reveal the truth: namely, that it was all a ruse.

This all seems harmless enough. The thing is, it’s been going on for a significant enough stretch of time that anyone with half a clue and access to the internet for more than a year knows just what to expect, and rises each April 1st donning the armour of suspicion, and brandishing their sword of rational-inquiry. Each article they see is taken in with a discerning eye. Facts are weighed against probabilities, and anything doubtful is cross-referenced against other articles.

Dates are checked, names researched, local obituaries are pored over for accuracy, and for one day, all sources of information are taken in with a critical eye, hell-bent on sussing out the truth from the trash.

All things considered, it’s a pretty wonderful day!

But then something unfortunate happens. The sun rises on the second of April, the bathroom floors are disinfected, toothpaste tubes replaced, and loved ones are given a brief check-in call with a pre-arranged excuse to hang up after a few minutes small-talk. Then, everything returns to normal. People eat their breakfast, kiss their spouses and children, go to their jobs, and then sit slack-jawed and dumb-founded at the torrents of bullshit flashing across their screens in the name of ‘news’.

‘You won’t believe what…’

‘What happened next will leave you speechless…’

‘Local mom makes $900,000,000 in one hour, when you learn how you’ll…’

‘THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING!!!’

They sit with eyes glazed over as they work their fingers along their mouse, taking it all in, following the currents of their newsfeed like Job waiting on fairer winds. It’s all accepted, all welcome, and none of it is ever second-guessed.

It’s a sorry fact that when not actively warned by our calendars that the news just might not be as accurate as it’s purported to be, people forget the concept entirely. But rational thought is not a novelty to be toyed with once a year, only to be dusted off and returned in mint-condition to its little glass case marked ‘Open April 1st’. Rather, it is a tool to utilize daily, to ward off the perils of misinformation—deliberate or not—and exercise the full potential of our humanity. As rational creatures living in an often irrational world, the onus of critical consideration of news media is on us as consumers. It is a matter of education, of self-protection, and more importantly, of intellectual integrity.

So let us not forget, good people, that there may be but one day a year where we are free to name each other as fools, but that leaves 364 days each year where the names do not fly so readily, and we are left simply with an opportunity to prove the fact for ourselves.

-Brad OH Inc.