A deformed whipping-boy is left alone in the cellar of an Italian castle after his captor dies. A married couple and their blind daughter inherit the castle.
A little success is a dangerous thing. A lot of success is worse. Few prove this thesis more conclusively than Dennis Hopper’s sophomore directorial excretion.
I turned 27. Great people die at 27. I’m expecting to live well past 27, until I’m old, decrepit, and haven’t produced anything meaningful in a very long time.
I’d like to suggest the pricey (but very worth the price) hardcover graphic novel Stuck Rubber Baby. I could do a whole column just on this masterpiece.
Brian Eno – Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) – That so much frantic energy and disjointed lyrics can be so soothing is just another example of Eno’s genius.
Dead Can Dance Into The Labyrinth – Soaring Gregorian choral music, Middle Eastern percussion, dripping Goth sentiments: This album crystallizes a lifestyle.
The Birthday Party – Prayers on Fire – She and I snuck into the empty apartment I had just moved out of with a small tape player, on batteries, cranked to full.