In the beginning, there was the Word.
This was a fun one: an interview with my old pal, Jessie Jones, who I first met seemingly yesterday when she was a teenager, a member of Feeding People, and now have to stand back and admire as a full-grown solo artist! Truth be told, the interview we did at Sage to prepare for this […]
In the late early mid-90s, I, along with a girl name Charlie, my friend Claire, an artist named Mike, our young mascot, Nads, and a couple other ne’er-do-well rebellious young teens, put out an anonymous zine at Tulsa’s Booker T. Washington High School called “Butyraceous,” a funky-sounding name meaning “having the salubrious qualities of butter.” […]
This is one of those films that you know kind of sucks but you still have to see. I usually hate spoilers, but I just have to say it: Frankie Avalon gets stabbed through his dick in this movie! There is a crotch stabbing, and the Big Kahuna gets it! And you also get to […]
For a lack of anything better to do, my gal and I ended up watching the Oscars tonight. I’m glad No Country for Old Men won for Best Picture, but it was only during the acceptance speech, when producer Scott Rudin thanked his partner, that we realized he was one of “teh gays”–and for whatever […]