Dive into the archives.
- Black Moon
I find myself these days huddled in an oversized windbreaker most nights listening to Sparks, swaddled in synthetics and impossible angles. Its the angles and the hues that do it for me, not to belittle the sounds of the mid seventies LA glam project founded by Ron and Russell Mael. That goes without [...]
- Conversations about the Kingdom of Fire
It had to happen somewhere in the midst of some impossible chain of events. Some weird alchemy would lead me to a small plastic walkman fade painted orange with presumably what was spanish montana like a bright signpost. As Partyman by Prince drifted into the warbled and distorted symphony of “Scandalous,” a [...]
- Howling at the Moon
It is sometimes more relaxing to write something long and drawn out here. Could it be simply because you’ve come to the realization that no one will actually read it? I mean I’m pretty sure someone might and whoever that frequent clicking audience is gets the satisfaction of hearing unfiltered content. Its not [...]
- The Legend of the Bulletproof Mandana or The New Stanford Prison Experiment
Last night, watching the opening scene to the Brood, I was enamored by Oliver Reed’s grandiose interchange with an aging Zak Galifianakis clone. Its so fucking over the top and intense, true to the spirit of Mr. Reed who was incidentally a raging alcoholic. I instantly figured that I had to become a fan of Oliver [...]
