CHIMES AT MIDNIGHT
Loving Orson Welles is a is a compulsion. He is singular, like Bob Dylan, and a wreck, like Marlon Brando. Unlike Brando he didn’t turn against his vocation, or...
Read MoreLoving Orson Welles is a is a compulsion. He is singular, like Bob Dylan, and a wreck, like Marlon Brando. Unlike Brando he didn’t turn against his vocation, or...
Read MoreI haven’t written anything here in a long time. I have no idea how that happened, maybe nothing to say? It is a long standing principle of mine that as a writer I...
Read MoreI have been resisting the urge to write about this election for weeks now. It is a delicious situation, with so much to write about, but the increasingly demented...
Read MoreThis link was posted by someone on facebook. It’s from a piece written in 2010 by Kristian Hoffman, who was in the Mumps, and played with James Chance, Lydia...
Read Morei HAVE A TERRIBLE PHOBIA. i CAN’T FLY. i HAVE FLOWN, YES, ON EVERY KIND OF AERIAL CONVEYANCE KNOWN. i’VE flown on TWIN ENGINE PROP PLANES. I’ve flown...
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