I’m still not ready to get started on my great American novel, but the idea that I might be someday keeps me chaste from all sorts of pagan influences.
The Bassholes are reportedly attempting to track down the skeletal double helix strand of DNA that’s gonna resolve rock’n’roll’s disputed parentage for good.
Besides finding a great double live Harry Belafonte record, I happened upon a couple of original Beatles records, both for the low price of two dollars each.
A constantly surprising, whip-twisting plot filled with start-stop false climaxes and sinus-flushing hilarity, reeling in the two most glamorous Academy Awards.