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Mark McCawley

The dilemma with writing anything edgy or transgressive in Canada, isn't that it is all too often written from the margins, or by choice or circumstance — it comes down to the harsh reality that edgy, transgressive writing...

Old Friends Festival

Fluffy Schwartz

The Berkeley Arts Festival 2011 presents Friday, December 9th, and Saturday, December 10th OFF highlights the best of the 1990's Bay Area creative music scene with a power packed line-up featuring: the Rova Saxophone Quar...

Beer Mystic Burp #15: Beer as Therapy

bart plantenga

It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners • Albert Camus You gotta chortle in your beerhead at the maxim “Beer Is Cheaper Than Therapy,” a tongue-in-cheek saying fraught [...

The Spitters – Live at The Cooler, 1-24-98

Sir Andre Bemler

Just dug up this nugget - an entire Spitters show (almost 21 minutes long!) filmed live at The Cooler, a great 1990s downtown NYC rock club. This performance is from 1998 and features the post "boy-band" Spitters; Bill, Tim ...

Original Beats: Gregory Corso and Herbert Huncke

City of Strangers

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbY6KXPg6wY&feature=player_embedded Often overshadowed by the Beat triumvurate of Burroughs, Ginsberg and Kerouac, Herbert Huncke and Gregory Corso were nonetheless integral to the Beat f...

Beer Mystic Burp #14: Beer = Food = Books

bart plantenga

Apparently I said “In NY the louder and crazier you sound, the more attention you seem to get,” and this was quoted in the Sunday Boston Globe about our Cambridge gig. Luckily they used a photo of Judy Nylon and not me. ...

Jerry Rio’s Urban Eye: Times Square

City of Strangers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ome6yVU2fTE Over the holidays, reader Jerry Rio sent me this charming doc about changing mid-90's New York: The Urban Eye. This 'video time-capsule' was made in 1995, when market forces, an...

Subway Pome #57: Most Girls Wear Too Much Makeup

Sean Flaherty

“Somewhere in her smile she knows That I don’t need no other lover” – from Something by George Harrison Around eight Saturday morning the chilly wet October fog makes it feel earlier than it is, the bus depot ...

Dong of the Dead

Jose Padua

The name of this poem is Dong of the Dead. It is my attempt to cash in quickly on the literary zombie craze by writing the first literary zombie porn novel in verse. I am writing it while sitting in the back of a pickup ...

The Evening News!

Fluffy Schwartz

So, If you happen to be in Texas near Angelo State University this Tuesday night, you really should go hear the amazing Mr. Bonenfant. The concert is going to be fantastic & it will include him playing my solo clarinet ...

Looking back: New York in the ’70s

City of Strangers

What always interested me about NY when I first came here in the late '80s was how, like London, it was essentially a working class city. The working classes lived in the heart of the city, and constituted a great deal of it...

Beer Mystic Burp #13: Without the Voodoo of Hope

bart plantenga

Hitching through mid-1970s Canada usually meant Canadian Border Services stopping you, inquiring how much money you had on your person. If it was under $25 they’d refuse you entry, which meant hitching the long way round ...

Mike Fink – Six Compositions

Michael Jon Fink

Michael Jon Fink is a composer/performer who resides in the San Fernando Valley just north of Los Angeles. For the last thirty years he has served on the faculty of the Herb Albert School of Music at the California Instit...

Shalom Neuman – New Work

Shalom Neuman

If our world is composed of overlapping stimuli which create constant sensory overload, then why should visual art limit itself to any one discipline such as painting, sculpture, print, video or computerized digital ima...

Twenty-Four Islands

Marguerite Van Cook

Island No 1 This island is inhabited by turtles, Flowering shrubs linger past the drift stalks Seashells flock the debris This is the island where I forgot my sweater That summer my breasts began to grow The beach even...