I’ve been thinking about zines lately, even though the outlets (at least the ones convenient to me) for them have almost entirely dried up. My writing career, such as it is, started with a zine, back in 1988. I can’t remember what it was that ignited the spark. […]
I consider it a good day if you find yourself in a torn Army green t-shirt, using a badly notched machete to split open a coconut and hand half of it to the scantily clad woman sitting on the beach next to you as you stare out at the waves and listen intently for the sound of war drums drifting from the dense foliage of the jungle behind you.
Late Spring 1978, Clarksville Drive-In, Indiana — The car bounced to a halt on the uneven ground, some concoction between gravel and grass. I clamored out of the back seat and onto the hood, where I would remained perched for the next couple of hours in brazen defiance […]
While milling over what to write about during 2018, I found myself in a state of some distress when I was unable to come up with anything that ignited a passion in me. Even books and films I’d enjoyed inspired in me no particular desire to write about […]
The fact that I Come In Peace is set in eternally balmy Texas and is about Dolph Lundgren trying to kill a hulking Edgar Winter from outer space who shoots razor-sharp CDs at people should in no way distract you from the fact that in at least one […]
There’s a place in New York’s East Village called the Russian & Turkish Baths. It’s a neighborhood institution that has been in operation for some 125 years, give or take. I’m not a regular, but every now and then a writer needs to shvitz, especially during the winter months. […]
There are those in the world who write about the career of Rutger Hauer in much the same way that other people write about the film career of Elvis Presley, the general approach being one of “ain’t that a damn shame?” Hauer made a name for himself in […]