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I am pleased to say that the website BookLife has reviewed my most recent novel, The Silly Dreams of Shallow Sleep, the continuing story of porn star turned private investigator Angel Bimini, who was first introduced to the world in my 2019 novel Zip Monkey. The novel follows Angel as she looks into the death of a famous cancer researcher. The official cause of death was suicide, but his ex-partner, a famous immunologist, insists that they had run afoul of Chinese spies looking into a disease cure they had found.

The book life reviewer says, “Rasmussen’s writing is rich and evocative, blending sharp wit with poignant observations about human nature, and the characters are deeply flawed yet compelling, each grappling with their own demons and desires.”

I will accept that compliment!

For now, my novels are available only as e-books on Amazon’s Kindle, though I hope to expand to other outlets soon. Getting print versions of my novels out has been a little more complicated, but one day soon I hope to have something on paper that my readers (wherever they are) can hold in their hands.

If you’ve read this book (or any of my other books) feel free to drop a comment!

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Congratulations to me! The 47th album by my musical act Salon de la Guerre has just hit the streaming services, and unlike the somber piano album I unleashed just a week ago, this new one is a bit more upbeat and radio friendly (dare I dream that anybody will play this on a radio).

The latest album is called Carnival and it’s now available for digital download on all the major streaming platforms, including Amazon, Apple Music, Pandora, Bandcamp, YouTube and Spotify.

As I said in a recent blog post, this latest album of upbeat rock and alternative songs is where you get to hear me learn how to play the drums in real time, kind of the way you heard me learn to play piano in previous outings. So you can take that as a nervy statement of purpose or an apology.

See, I never had a real drum set on previous Salon de la Guerre records; instead I’ve turned to drum loops and beats I programmed myself on Logic Pro X, GarageBand or Cubase. Lately, however, I wanted to expand the dimensions of my sound a bit, make the songs sound less mechanical and the production of the songs a bit more “roomy.” And as I said earlier this month, I thought some people out there might reject my music simply because it had no real drums.

What’s my personal experience with drumming? Precious little except by osmosis: I was in marching band in high school and while I didn’t play the drums, my sister did, and I was for a long time on a quest to figure out how the magic of drumrolls went down. I bought a pair of my own drumsticks almost 30 years ago, but I’ve never had anything to beat with them except a few cardboard boxes (I hear the Byrds did that in the beginning). Given the quality of the drum loops on modern software—as well as the fact I don’t have a band or a soundproof room in my apartment, and furthermore that I don’t keep time very well—I largely gave up on the idea of real drums until this last autumn, when a kid told me at a high school open house that there were drum rooms in New York City. I realized I could simply take my laptop and a microphone to one of them and experiment.

I’m happy with the results and think I’ve made a fun work that doesn’t sound like anything I’ve done before. The Stonesy flush of “Drink Mee” (the album’s first “single,” as it were) finds me working even without the help of a metronome, and after hearing what I did on the rhythm track here, I decided to go big with a falsetto vocal. I hope you like that instinct, and if not, I apologize in advance.

The idea again: If I’m keeping it fresh for myself, my gamble is that I’m making it fresh for listeners. You can be the judge.

Lyrically, Carnival is a bit of a party album, but since it’s me and I always try to bring a novelist’s sense of irony and wrongness, there’s always going to be a bit of sour with the sweet. As I say on Bandcamp, “The songs look into feelings of anticipation for festive and better times but also know something about the hangovers that come after the fun.”

Meanwhile, I’ll have to humble-brag a bit: With the release of Carnival, I now have almost 600 songs in circulation online. Yes, you can actually go count them (if you’re doing your due diligence).

The entire album Carnival, like its predecessors, was composed, performed and produced by yours truly at my home studio, except, in this case, for the drum tracks, which were recorded at the Rivington Music Rehearsal Studios in lower Manhattan. All the work was done over the autumn of 2025.

The cover photo is by Susan Daniels.

I hope you enjoy it. Here’s a taste from YouTube:

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–*To be clear, I don’t own any crypto, says the author of this blog.

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–*This reformed criminal really gets off on telling you how bad he used to be.

–*This reformed porn star is … oops, never mind; she just went back into the business for the third time.

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–*If we tell you to sniff this app, you will probably sniff it.

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–*It’s kind of like a game, Grandpa!

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–*Jogging in the snow: What are you, stupid?

–*”That guy would have a pissing match with a camel” is one of those insults that just don’t land, Joey.

–*”That guy’s mom is like a camel. Two humps is all you want.” See, that works much better.

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–*This former celebrity now has a regular job like you. And how contemptible is that?

–*Rob Reiner: No, you didn’t deserve him.

Salon de la Guerre is releasing a couple of albums this month. One is a set of rock and pop pieces, but I’ve also got a new collection of piano songs I’ve been working on for the past few months. Half of these are sung songs in the conventional singer-songwriter vein, while five of the songs are classical-music-inspired improvisations. This new album, Everything’s Fine, hits the streams today and you can find it on Apple Music, Amazon, Pandora, YouTube, Bandcamp and Spotify.

I have to apologize for the sound quality on a couple of the songs. As I’ve explained before in other posts, I’m not a trained piano player, and my improvisations are not the kind of things I can easily repeat. When I sit down at the keyboard, I often don’t know whether I’m going to make something wonderful or a piece of dreck, and yet I roll tape anyway and hope for nice surprises. However, that strategy came back to bite me a couple of times this year, especially when I recorded two songs I quite liked while I was also suffering from a raging flu. After I played back these pieces I found that 1) I was extremely proud of what I’d made and 2) you could here sniffing and snorting all over the place. Ugh.

I turned to my software—Goldwave and Logic Pro—to try to get rid of the respiratory background sound effects, and while I succeeded, the sound of these songs got quite muffled. I took a gamble that the nuances and emotion behind the playing would be enough to win my tiny audience over anyway.

I should also note that I while I try not to be treacly or sentimental in my music, a lot of these songs came out on the sad side. Perhaps it’s appropriate since I’ve had some sad news over the last week and perhaps want to wear my heart on my sleeve a little. But I’m hoping to cure the blues when I release a more upbeat album next week called Carnival (which I discussed a few days ago).

I’m including lyrics to the title track of my new album, which is now available on all the major streaming services in digital format only. All the songs were composed and performed this year. Enjoy.

Everything’s Fine
(music and lyrics by Eric R. Rasmussen, copyright 2025)

Everything’s fine
Though the bar is on fire
And the dogs are lapping wine
Everything’s fine

Though the fish they swim in trees
And the whales are in the vines
Everything’s fine

We drink from a hose
And a quack he broke our nose
To look better in the spoon
To make new lovers swoon
But this face is no longer mine
Everything’s fine

Just like somebody’s loss
Is somebody’s gain
I’ll keep my emotions in line
Everything’s fine

A new nose out of reach
And now so is the beach
And we cannot swim there in time
Everything’s fine

You changed your phone number
And now I wait for slumber
In vain on the edge of a dime
Everything’s fine

Your last message was meek
But your morals they were weak
So you packed them up and left them all behind
Everything’s fine

Like a bar that’s on fire
A squirrel fried on a wire
And the vultures are waiting all in line
Everything’s fine

Just like somebody’s loss
Is somebody’s gain
I’ll keep my emotions in line
Everything’s fine

A new nose out of reach
And now so is the beach
And we cannot swim there in time
Everything’s fine



I lost a longtime friend this week. He was the first person to see me drunk. He was also the person who encouraged me to start this blog.

We didn’t agree on many things in our later years, which was very sad, but we forged our young adult identities alongside each other and we stood up for each other as young people … when there were real things at stake. And that can’t be taken away. Those memories can’t be erased. He was also warm and open-hearted when he didn’t have to be. That I’ll also remember.

You can read about John Evan Thomas here.

Give the Drummer Some

A few years ago I was telling a friend after I’d finished an album that I thought I was a pretty good timekeeper.

Without missing a beat, he said: “No you aren’t.” (Thanks, Jason, for keeping me honest!)

If you are a Salon de la Guerre fan (a rare breed) you have likely sensed something critical about my music. Not something missing, necessarily, but a certain sound quality that has characterized my (almost 600!) songs. You are right, and I won’t make you guess: I have never, ever used a real drum set. No real drummer has ever graced a Salon de la Guerre song. Every beat you hear has been patched, drum-machined, looped, fabricated and preconceived by robots. I have found a way many times to work in real instruments (including acoustic and electric guitars, pianos, banjos, lap steel guitars and saxophones). But never a real drum kit.

That is, until this year, when I completed an album called Carnival, coming to a streaming service near you soon.

But let me back up.

How can a rock ’n’ roll fan like me have gone so long without real drums? Well, it’s not because I don’t like them. The answer is one of pure practicality: I live in New York City with my family in an apartment that won’t accommodate an extra room for a drum kit. Even if I did have an extra room, I couldn’t play drums here without bringing down the wrath of neighbors (or my long-suffering wife).

Practical point No. 2: I don’t have a band. As I’ve said before, Salon de la Guerre is largely a one-man project. While that has disadvantages (band dynamics do often make music better), it has also allowed me to release a lot of music at a quick pace because my software lets me to churn it out constantly … so my listeners get to drink from the fire hose.

Since I’m limited only by my imagination, since I’m allowed to be ridiculously productive and since I’m (usually) proud of the work, I’ve never let the drum issue bother me too much. However, I’ve always imagined there’s some audiophile out there who hates computer sounds and might well hate my work for all its computery qualities. That’s bugged me enough that I occasionally have wondered as I’ve passed a drum kit in a store or at someone’s house: “Why not just sit in someone else’s drum kit for a bit and make my own loops?”

Then I had an “Oh, duh!” moment. My son recently started going to a performing arts high school, and during the open houses, the kids told me what I didn’t already know: There are drum rooms all over New York City where I could have been doing this shit all along for a very modest fee, putting real drum parts into my laptop.

Derp!

So with that new knowledge, I booked rooms at Rivington Music Rehearsal Studios this fall. And now Salon de la Guerre is about to release an album where you actually get to hear me play drums for the first time.

Now back to my friend Jason’s point: Drumming is a real talent. It’s not just about doing rolls, flams or other magic tricks. You actually have to count and keep a tempo. My talent at this is suspect (you have all my respect, you real drummers). So most of the songs on my newest album, Carnival, actually mix the real drum beats with the computer loops so that I didn’t lose the time.

Is that cheating? Maybe. Do I care? No. Again, the point was to increase the dimensions of the sound. Having computer and analog sounds together has always been part of my aesthetic, and the contrasts it creates cut deep into the heart of how I see art in general: Art mostly is about contrasts, first and foremost. Forget messages. Forget theory. Forget shiny objects. Contrast (antithesis) is where all the compelling stuff usually is, whether it’s in music, painting or novels.

If your art is about one color white clashing with a lighter shade of white, you and I are likely on the same page. So a computer drum contrasting with a real drum is automatically interesting to me.

Having said that, I did go out on a limb on two or three songs and build the beat in my own wobbly time without a backing drum loop, click track or metronome. Real producers will probably be able to tell which ones, but I still think the music in those cases came out exciting. I might do that again in the future.

I recently submitted Carnival for distribution and hope it will be available on streaming services in the next couple of weeks (or maybe the beginning of next year, since my preferred distributor, CD Baby, has gotten a bit slow lately). I’ll discuss the album more when it’s released.

But look for it. And enjoy some real drums, if that’s your thing.

My album The Green, Green Gas of Home has been reviewed on the website Pitch Perfect. I’ve been reviewed a few times by this writer, Dino DiMuro, and always appreciate his insights. He really seems to like it when I pull my guitar out, and sometimes I feel I owe him another album of mostly guitar songs. Maybe soon!

You can now find The Green, Green Gas of Home available for streaming on services such as Pandora, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Bandcamp, YouTube and Spotify, among other many other platforms both domestic and global.

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I am very proud to announce that my 45th album, a rock-pop work, has just hit the streaming services.

It’s called The Green, Green Gas of Home and it’s been released under the name of my musical act, Salon de la Guerre. I recorded it over the summer. It’s a New Wave-y album with environmental and apocalyptic themes that touches on issues of dementia and memory, things that have affected those near to my heart. It’s got a little soul and a little krautrock.

A lot of the album was recorded with my Logic Pro software instruments, though I snuck in a guitar performance for sonic texture. As much as I loved working with my collaborator Christina E., who did some vocals on my last album, the latest work is, once again, all me all the time in my one-man-band mode.

I describe the album this way on my Bandcamp page:

“Salon de la Guerre’s 45th album is a mix of uptempo pop, rock and electronic songs with apocalyptic overtones about environmental calamity, mental decline, and the economies that emerge from civil collapse, as well as the toll these phenomena take on our families and interpersonal relationships. It’s also got a dose of hope.”

For those of you counting, I now have 586 songs in circulation. If you’re asking, “Does this guy have some kind of weird obsession with counting his songs in the hundreds, and is he excited somehow to say that he’s written almost 600 songs?” The answer is yes and yes. Asked and answered. Sue me.

You can now find The Green, Green Gas of Home available for streaming on services such as Pandora, Amazon Music, Apple Music, Bandcamp, YouTube and Spotify, among other many other platforms both domestic and global. (I still don’t offer physical media like CDs or vinyl, though I can always dream … one day … maybe … )

As usual, the album was written, arranged, performed and produced by me in my home studio in New York City. The album’s cover photo of the child in the gas mask is by Lisa5201.

You can listen to a sample here: