At 2pm on Sunday, July 18th, Dylan performed a live show, available to stream on Veep for $25. It was labeled The Early Songs of Bob Dylan, and before I say another word, you need to know, if he releases any more of these shows, you should rush to buy tickets, draw the curtains to […]
MoreI tend not to read anything ‘serious’ since an English Literature degree ruined literature for me forever. After I completed my studies I gorged myself on pulp fiction and sci fi in a violent anti-intellectual reaction. I subsequently only read non-fiction for many years. I simply could not read for enjoyment without tearing the text […]
MoreI never considered going to watch Zevon play live. I never thought to pay attention to what he was up to. I didn’t hurry to read the gossip in Rolling Stone, and only paid passing attention when he was yuckking it up with his best buddy Letterman on the late night shows. He seemed like […]
MoreA fishing lure hangs from your headstock. I never thought to wonder why. I bet you could catch a fish with a high E string and a G string hook with a feathery lure. I bet you could get a bite. You caught me through the cheek and landed me just fine, after all, with […]
MoreSometimes things happen outside which would identify where I am, I suppose. The noises and the wailing, the boop boop of the cop cars, the sounds of something or someone hurting to the point that human or animal it doesn’t matter. Humanity from animal reality is barely distinguishable: pain is pain all the same, and […]
MoreSometimes this street gets curiously quiet and still. All the action moves to the rooftops and the windows. Not only is there iron gates opposite, there is also netting over the top, so that no one can even climb over the gate or the fence. People cage themselves for safety as I wave down to […]
MoreI’m waiting for the street light to turn on. The sun is starting to go down and the sky has turned a dull milky grey. The trees opposite are waving to the wind. One of them is leaning at an alarming angle towards the road, it’s huge root stump looks like it will be enough […]
MoreThe street lamps look like they are spraying a fine mist as the cars rush past one way up the street below. Tent city to the right and left, in front of me the apartments on the richer side of the street. Pedestrians do their chess board dance on the crosswalks. A dog looks left […]
MoreChris Whitley never made it as big as he should have. He never fulfilled his potential. He was meant to be the next Big Thing, a new Bruce or a Dylan or a Neil Young, instead his star never really ascended despite Sony/Columbia Records pushing him heavily when he was launched as a major artist […]
MoreMy husband’s hobby was eating in nice restaurants. He enjoyed reserving tables or sometimes individual rooms in Tokyo eateries. Some restaurants have a cover charge for which you get a small dish, they call this otoshi, usually some salted edamame, or a steamed egg custard with salmon roe, wakame and such in a ramekin. Me […]
MoreI don’t like shopping on California, with it’s fifty dollar king crab legs and filletted cuts of meat that litter the sidewalks, that blow round the alleys, that sleep in tents, in boxes and pallets. I don’t like shopping on California for sweet potatoes and half baked ideas, while flocks of children grub amongst the […]
MoreGlitter-queens are celebrating by the cathedral, extravagantly head-dressed, platformed shoed, ru paul-ed and uniformed in layers of souffle viscose and stiff shiny sharp sequined silver, bored out loud, gorgeously proud, hassling the traffic and doing the careful stomp of people in heels that are too high everywhere. Everywhere but here. Nervous hospital waiters, sitting on […]
MoreNew music rarely gets me hopping up and down in excitement. I am old. On the older end of the Generation X’ers. I am in the morass of stolid middle age where I prefer to live in past glories. I occasionally listen to new rap and hip hop. It is the only new musical genre […]
MoreI refuse to make apologies, I refuse to be reasonable, I refuse to put caveats before anything I might write on this subject. Marriage is murder. The relationship between men and women is so unequal physically, socially, legally, that to endeavour to merge worlds, to enter into such a contract is just begging for trouble. […]
MoreEver sat down after a nice glass or wine, or in my case a small handful of THC candies, decided that what you will do at the end of the day, before going to bed, is read the news? Bad idea. I am now wide awake and fuming. I avoid the news. I am bored. […]
MoreFuck, I am scared. I know fear well, we are old friends. I have known Fear from the start. If Bob has his Desolation Row, I have my Cape Fear, just round the Dire Straits of Crushed Hope, and south from the Point of No Return. I can almost smell the roasting meat and gravy […]
MoreBest pop bubblegum punk I have heard in years. The Linda Lindas are killing it! Blondie, eat your heart (of glass) out! These girls are amazing! I will stop doing the worried mother act about nature of the music industry – these girls are pretty young, and the punk scene is, by definition, no playground […]
MoreSo…I was breaking out the thc, settling down for an evening in front of Jujutsu Kaisen, and peeling an orange, when a man called Frank decided to find one of my feminist posts and use it as an opening to try and talk about sex with me. He wanted to discuss the ‘tragedy of female […]
MoreThe strings are silent, the wind is up, the stars are hiding, but no matter the doors are shut, no one makes a sound. The Street outside is cracking, the tents have blown away, the dealers are all dreaming of the day. There is money being made in the shadows, money made in the car […]
MoreI should be writing today. I should be working on my book. I should be doing something that goes towards building a future for me and the kid, instead I am battling the inhumane and downright unprofessional and lazy behavior of the people who should be finding a home for me and the Boy. I […]
MoreThere are fights that happen along the road. There is times when it gets all too real, all too difficult. We had been living in the parking lot of a Walmart in Olympia, Wa. Billy’s cheques had gone awol, we didn’t have enough money for camping, we barely had enough for food and gas. I […]
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