She was a rare thing. Fine as a beeswing. And I miss her more than ever words could say. If I could just taste all of her wildness now. If I could hold her in my arms today. Then I wouldn’t want her any other way
Featured act. One night only. Beach House at the Roadhouse...
I imagined we’d meet again, pinwheels spinning in the wind. There’d be fanfare and ticker tape parades. When she passed through the door, I knew that she was nothing more than a lost city, sinking under the waves.
In less than a month’s time, Young Lando Calrissian has blown my mind to bits twice. First was the Atlanta episode, Teddy Perkins , a disturbing Southern Gothic take on the tragic fall of Michael Jackson, which he not only wrote but committed himself to portraying the titular character under a heavy mask of…
On a midnight frequency, every waking hour. Except when they inexplicably play Dave Brubeck’s Take Five. But there are long stretches: Half-lit barrooms. Flickering neon. Lipstick smeared on cocktail napkins. A hammock of smoky tendrils, gently rocking you to sleep.
...You shouldn’t mess with me
I’ll ruin everything you are
You know, I’ll give you television
I’ll give you eyes of blue
I’ll give you a man who wants to rule the world
And when I get excited
My little China girl says
Oh baby, just you shut your mouth