I need to write something. I will write something. Soon.

THE DRESDEN DOLLS
ALL AGES
AVALON
15 LANSDOWNE ST, BOSTON
MON OCT 31, 2005 8:00PM

Who wants to go to this show with me? I'll supply your ticket!!

It's a win win situation...!

By the time I'm done writing this, I’ll have been awake for 48 hours ( Read more... )

I just sent a letter to my editor at worthplaying.com. I think it's one of the best things I've ever written ( Read more... )

Right now I'm driving to a White Hen convenience store with a friend of mine. We're doing work for a woman who pays us fifteen dollars an hour to do menial tasks. We arrive at White Hen. I say I'll wait in the car. I wait...and wait. A face appears in the windshield; it's vaguely familiar, and then I finally realize that the person looking in had ( Read more... )

We'll set our scene in a certain parking lot. You might have seen this parking lot before, well, maybe not this exact one, but something like it, at least. An impact crater of minivans, crying children, shitty restaurants, dollar stores, the Registry of Motor Vehicles. Here we see a family of what looks like ten children and one single mother. The ( Read more... )

I remember once, around this time of year, maybe it was this very day, but probably not. I remember I was in a small Massachusetts town. This town wasn't my home, but I was there, anyway. I thought I might be an artist, and like many artists in Massachusetts, I went to this town, because, well, that's what you're supposed to do ( Read more... )

I had somehow never read Tim Roger's "life, non-warp" article. I can say without a hint of embellishment, that it's the single greatest piece of literature I've ever read. It's even better than "dreaming in an empty room", "fukubukuro 2004", (I don't feel like finding the link) or "fukubukuro 2003".

God, Babes in Toyland is a fucking good band ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, a band named At the Drive-In played live on Late Night with Conan O’Brien. I didn’t even know this had happened until two months ago, when a friend showed me a downloaded copy of the performance ( Read more... )

Apparently, it's a crime to get a nose bleed around here. It's not my fault it's wicked dry in the winter ( Read more... )