There are some things that are unfair in this world: death, taxes…. Brad Armstrong not being a hugely rich and successful folk singing musical artist with his own private plane, a mansion in the Hollywood Hills, and Grammy Awards being hurled at him by the music critic mafia. Sorry Brad, but hey, from one loser-writer […]
MoreI remember reading in the New Yorker, David Remnick recounting Cohen telling him a story about a drive Cohen took with Dylan to see a piece of property His Bobness had just purchased, and how Dylan had told him that an unnamed popular songwriter of the day (my money is on Neil Young) that Dylan […]
MoreI wanted to be Lou Reed, but I wanted to kiss Patti Smith’s barefoot feet, crawl up her white dress, untie the red scarf that she had tied off round her upper arm in an echo of the ritual of the spoon and spike, and worship at the Altar, with Marie, whoever she is, in […]
MoreAfter picking Billy up in Los Angeles things went on just as they always do. We bounced around California a while. He hated California. Something to do with a spot of police brutality back in the early seventies, where he was off his head on acid, and pissing out of a car. A normal person […]
MoreThere would be a time when I would feel unsafe when someone use a jibe that used my emotional response to my own abuse against me. The whole “so you don’t dig brown sugar….but you don’t see rap as bad..whaddabout Knoxville girl” – a song about domestic violence leading to murder comment would have thrown […]
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