I love movies, always have. My sister had a teacher who collected 8mm prints and would occasionally bring one in for the class. This was prior to the widespread availability of videocassettes, […]
55. At the Late Night Double Feature Picture Show
Dylan Graffiti, Sacramento, California
How many walls must a man walk by, Before he sees such a cool painting?
On My Turntable: The Great Escape Artist
“You never really change like they say / Oh you only become more like yourself” Perry Ferrell sings in “End to the Lies,” and he couldn’t be more right. Twenty-four years have […]
54. It’s So Easy To Fly Through A Window
At age fifteen I should not have been trusted with something as dangerous as a fork, yet the South Carolina Department of Motor Vehicles issued me a driver license. All it took […]
Happy Birthday to “Why It Matters”
One year ago today I posted the first “Why It Matters” pieces. It was the opening volley in an effort to overcome a creative block rooted in anxiety, depression, obsessive compulsive disorder, […]
Deep Cuts: The Bromley Contingent and Then Some
There are a few revered flashpoints in rock and roll history, those moments that sparked the audience to go out and form their own bands — The Beatles appearing on Sullivan, for example. […]
53. Try To Use A Mirror, No Bullet Or Knife
Despite its sprawl Boiling Springs High School was an oversized shotgun shack. An uninterrupted hallway ran like an artery from front to back door, the lettered A-B-C-D wings spreading out to either […]
Why It Matters to Corey Glover (and How to Score Some Cool Stuff)
You’re a music fan, right? Would you jump at the chance to get an autograph? How about rare live tracks or even rarer memorabilia? Shoot, why stop there — what about your own […]
Anomie Belle Live, Chocolate Shakes, and Change
“Hey, you got a haircut.” I’ve known Ryan since his hair was black and his biggest concern was finals. Now his Pierce Brosnan ‘do is cropped short and peppered with the gray […]
52. Devil’s In the House of the Rising Sundae
Highway 11 was the back fence of my small world, the northernmost boundary of my known universe. It wasn’t much to look at — a black two-laner bordered by peach orchards, pine […]
