Even the nether corners of the Internet registered the news of Carlos Castaneda’s death like a great Dane lapping up an errant Cheerio from the linoleum.
It wasn’t like Willis to compromise, but the new guy was persuasive. They agreed to salvage the “Love” sign by changing it to “Love Jesus or Burn in Hell!”
While it was displaced from the cover story to the Letters section, cut from 26,000 words to 150, it was the most important article I’ve ever had published.
“He’ll be the only one,” he said. Then he let out a laugh that sounded like coarse-grain sandpaper against a steel door. “You know how to swim, don’t you?”
My favorite record released this year was Silky by Andre Williams, backed by two ex-Gories. Forgive Thee, The Cheater Slicks’ double record is a close second.
I was watching What Dreams May Come, which, like Blade, should have been fantastic but falls very, very short. This film made my ass fall asleep. Five times.