Tom Perignon (aka #TMp319) is arrested for street busking in Karaoke Land (Tenerife 2019) and held in a psychiatric hospital claiming he is from the future. There he meets arsonist and opera singer Lorenzo Pitiful.
Disguised as priests they escape and form The Soul Fathers and plan a benefit concert to provide accommodation for homeless minimum-wage workers. Prof. #ELv15 brings Tom’s girlfriend as a hostage for the return of the last saxophone which Tom has stolen. But the elusive instrument falls into the hands of the Devil of the Guanches. Lorenzo is fatally stabbed and Tom travels back to the future to avoid premature ageing.
Warned that the past may be subtly different, Tom returns to try to prevent the death of Lorenzo.
It's a fun, fast-paced futuristic story featuring time travel, adventure and love
Genre: FICTION / GeneralNo sales information as yet.
I'm very keen to have a Spanish and an Italian translation due to the nature of the book. It's set in Tenerife and one of the characters is Italian.
I am #TMp319, we don’t have names here, we have hash-tags. Names were abandoned many generations ago, as they were considered too egotistical. I’m studying Soul Music here on Campus. My other role in life is as a hydroponics engineer, which I am told is a worthwhile profession and essential to the community and not my choice unfortunately.
I was quite surprised to be congratulated by Prof. #ELv15 as he never congratulated anybody. He had told all the other students that I was a role model and an exemplary musician. My prize was to be shown around the museum and I couldn’t wait.
The deputy of the museum, #ELv151 took me by the hand and we walked through those hallowed gates. I hadn’t anticipated smashing his head in later, with Jimi Hendrix’s guitar. It was the furthest thing from my mind. This is a museum of musical instruments you see. The rumours were that Prof. #ELv15 had been secretly performing Karaoke somewhere and he had access to a time portal so that he could go back to the Twenty First Century. It’s a bit far fetched I know, but that was the gossip on the Campus. None of the other students had been inside the museum but they all knew what was there.
As soon as I saw the golden saxophone I had to play it. I wanted to put the alligator skin strap round my neck and blow on the golden mouthpiece. It is claimed that the sax had once belonged to a President of the U.S.A. wherever that was. These old countries are no more, and I’m just not interested in political history. I am a student of musical history, soul music to be precise and with a specialism in James Brown. Yes I know Soul Music has a political angle to it because it is black mans’ music and the music industry was the realm of the white man, but actually I’m only interested in the music not the politics.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Jonay Quintero Hernández
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