Paul Stanley is a strage rock and roll creature who I'm not sure if I like or hate. There are pretty much two things you should know about Paul: 1.) He's the "rock star" lead singer of Kiss and 2.) It's pretty obvious that Paul's vision for the band has more in common with an off-broadway production of "Cats" than it does with actual rock music. ( Read more... )

Ok, back to my thesis on Kiss. We'll examine each member persona by persona ( Read more... )

Like most normal American men my age, I spend an inordinate amount of time contemplating which member of the original Kiss line-up I most admire. This is a very time consuming philosophical process which requires alot of solitude, a willingness to reflect on one's inner light, and at least one beer-stained copy of "Double Platinum" which one ( Read more... )

I just went back into my closet, alphabetized my records, and divided them up by genre (punk/new wave, 60's garage rock, 50's rocknroll). I have estimated that it is worth roughly 3-4 thousand dollars. Would you like to buy it?

I also have at least a thousand dollars (maybe a little less...) worth of comic books.

Would you like to buy both in

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I just spelled "fond" as "found" in a post I made to the Brett Easton Ellis fanpage. Somehow, this seems like my biggest failure...

Why is this the second Ellis-inspired post I have made?

So they are making "The Informers" (as in, the Ellis novel) into a movie. Weird. And...Ashley Olsen (as in, of the Olsen Twins) is going to be in it. Despite her, it looks like it's going to be a pretty serious stab at film making a la "Rules of Attraction", "American Psycho", etc. Hey, here's an idea: Remake "Less Than Zero" first. Isn't it odd to ( Read more... )

So, I finally got around to tracking down a laserdisc. Someone gave me a laserdisc player for free before I went away to school; problem is, I could never actually track down a disc to try the thing out with. Thankfully, William H. Love procured a mint copy of "Cool World" (wich, btw, is as lame as I always figured it would be) for me from a local ( Read more... )

October always reminds me of her. Especially here. That was the Genesis. It's something about the sad, cold air blowing and the way the sky feels like it's given up, died, like you're at a funeral. Everything is over and this is Year Zero and anything is possible again, even romance ( Read more... )

Last weekend, my friend took me to a party in St. Petersberg. It was a bunch of crust punk guys in their mid-20's. You know, the kind that all live together in a house that should have been condemned a decade ago? They all wear bike shorts, Iron Maiden t-shirts, and have really dirty beards? It was absurd. A few of the guys recognized me from some ( Read more... )