Never gets old.
Revisiting “Sleepaway Camp” later in life is interesting. A couple Halloweens ago I made my wife watch it. It was literally during the scene when Aunt Martha is sending the two off to camp and she’s basically yelling her lines that my wife bolted up and said, with a mix of anger and alarm, “This is weird!” It’s like,… Read more
I read this when it was serialized, and for a novella it wasn’t bad. It was a pretty good touch when the sister goes into the grass to go to the bathroom or something, and then she calls to the brother saying she can’t get out, and he’s like ‘what the hell?’ and goes in to find her and he’s about 10 feet in, gets… Read more
The thing about J&MC: Man I liked their songs and mood and wanted so much to be into them, but their albums were just always haphazard affairs. That’s why it was ironic that they ended their run-and the ‘90s-with “Munki,” a surprisingly solid, varied and enjoyable album. To me there was always a lot of irony in that… Read more
I love the idea that the man on duty at Ellis Island that day wasn’t having any of that Zombert shit.
You woulda loved Bukowski.
It’s strangely forgotten, but I say “Itchycoo Park” is one of the better ‘60s drug songs. The cheesiness wins me over.
And I, for one, have fire shoot out my dick.
Goddamn I’m unable to wrap my mind around this concept, i.e., murderous socialists on motorcycles. Using “Road Warrior” as a reference point, I picture the motorcycle guy riding up alongside the car driven by our hero, but instead of brandishing a wrist-mounted crossbow, he extends his arm and tries to speak above the… Read more