Big Rev Media

Then floor is hot lava if you want to see this venue. Satan sets the stage smiling sweetly to smitten security guards. Live from the halls of hell, put your hands together for the amazing Reverend Nathan Speer. I made it. To the flamed depths of a cursed and haunted vision of the penultimate punishment for being Atheist. The ultimate punishment being actually gaining admittance into heaven, where God challenges you to beer pong all day and no matter how sloppy you try, you always win. Not in hell, all the ping pong tables burned away as the barman serves Colt 45 and Grog.

Posted by reverendnathan on Thu, 11/27/2008 - 19:59. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 84 comments | Read more

I haven't dreamed in a long time, if ever. I can't remember. Dreams come into fruition and slowly fade away, like the Sun in solstice. At least, that's how I think they happen. That's how I'm told they occur. You tell someone, “Oh, man I've just had the craziest dream,” and you explain it to them and it always ends the same. “I... I can't remember what happens next”.

Posted by reverendnathan on Thu, 11/27/2008 - 19:57. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 68 comments | Read more

These are clips from an unpublished script written by Rev. Nathan Speer for a Big Rev Media production. Unfortunately, auditions did not get completed in a successful time, and the previously enrolled actors and actresses had falling outs. Today, I look at is as my biggest mistake:

Posted by reverendnathan on Wed, 06/28/2006 - 01:56. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 55 comments | Read more

She has a conundrum yet solved.
Her sexual frustrations lead her to a lack of confidence,
And eventually a lack of fair judgment or reaction.
A release in tension is all she wishes to seek...
She seeks in the wrong places.
She has the power to generate.

He has a conundrum yet solved.
His sexual discomposure leads him to a lack of comfort,
And eventually a lack of fair socialism or interaction.
A build in tension is all he wishes to seek...
He seeks in all the wrong places.
He has the power to generate.

Roads once crossed, crossed again,
As they meet at a fork,

Posted by reverendnathan on Tue, 06/20/2006 - 05:56. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 217 comments | Read more

Embrace the change from the social norm
“You're weird”, she told me.
I told her I'd never seen a color combination so hideous,
and turned my back to her.
Who knew after a more drinks I would be having sex with her in the bathroom;
And who knew her boyfriend of three months would be there,
And be none the wiser?
Probably because I told him he can only know as much as he could perceive.
I'm more interesting than this crowd of jock, popular kids, and party-goers...
I have something interesting to say.

Beyond our conscience enlies a sub-conscience;

Posted by reverendnathan on Sun, 06/11/2006 - 10:09. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 52 comments | Read more

Every morning I wake up, and wonder why I'm still here. In the run-down apartment in a run-down neighbor hood. Six o'clock every morning I am awakened to the same song, “The Spirit of the Radio” by 'Rush'. For the past three years that I've lived here, it's what KORK radio has played at that exact time. I've never wondered why, as the routine has never really bothered me. And I can't complain; it's a damn catchy song... always uplifts me. Uplifts me out of bed, into the shower, and into my Subaru and on the road to work. 2112 Bravado St., 'King's Plumbing'...

Posted by reverendnathan on Wed, 05/10/2006 - 05:21. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 51 comments | Read more

When you start at the bottom, and you rise to the top
You never think that it would be this easy.
To know a few names, to do some of their dirty work...
You befriend them.
But no quicker than you kill them.

My business is as usual,
A political ladder I must climb as the struggles of my achievements pull me down.
But once you've reached the top, though, the ladder is much easier to control.
Wade the ladder to shake off anything you don't like coming your way.
And how do you wade the ladder? With money, smut, guns... whatever you must do.

Posted by reverendnathan on Wed, 04/26/2006 - 04:18. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 50 comments | Read more

Offices unknown, beyond the landscape
Torrents, drafts and chaos clouding,
A strange world that is surrounding.

Revolutions of the dance-dance kind
Diet solutions offered by cocaine
Products that are sold so well be sex;
Your life, captured in a blog.
Chainletters that tell you your future,
And the people dumb enough to fall for it.

Yes, it's a mad, mad, mad world.
Crazy! Demented!
Over the rainbow, lost all your marbles world!
Mass hysteria!

Getting married younger and divorcing earlier,
$200 for pants that aren't comfortable,
$400 for a purse that holds less

Posted by reverendnathan on Tue, 03/28/2006 - 02:46. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 49 comments | Read more

It was 8:31 at night, and the dusty trail that led off from the highway kicked up heavy dust into the air. A black BMW pulled up to a small strip club that the trail had led. It was the owner, coming in after a reported complaint. He took a step inside, and looked around his establishment. He glanced at the clock at the end of the club; 8:09, intentionally rolled back about half an hour. Common business practice, he called it. He noticed the stage was empty, and the stage lights had been turned off.

Posted by reverendnathan on Thu, 02/02/2006 - 04:56. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 50 comments | Read more

From capacitors to cobblestones
From king's crowns to coronets
The modern man, the working man
Versus the medieval warrior.

Who would win?

A briefcase for a shield
A fountain pen as his sword
And he still averages 26 miles to the gallon.

A sword as the warrior's sword
And a shield as a shield
His steed runs on wheats and barley

From chauffeurs to chain mail
From chestnuts to chapels

They fight on.

Designer suits are torn,
Wooden shields are splitting,
But still,
The battle rages on.

Or well, the battle ending quite the while ago.

Posted by reverendnathan on Wed, 11/02/2005 - 06:23. | Permalink | reverendnathan's blog | 47 comments | Read more