Sometimes it all becomes too refined. Don’t you want to have a cheap, shitty, gutter brew? Don’t you want to relish the pain it takes to swallow Popov vodka?
If you’re cranking The Soundtrack to my Life Volume 147 while dustbusting your CD collection and wine rack, you know life took a turn and you missed the exit.
Whether it’s Yugoslavian rap, or Finnish ska, I’ll keep you posted on all the happenings that are bound to eventually filter down to your gutter culture anyway.
The blockbuster of the summer should be Contact. Viewing this classic, I felt the ghost of Carl Sagan was sitting next to me going, “Cool… this film rocks.”
It’s easy to see why this woman won the Xeric award with her true people stories, subtle facial expressions, and a dating story so authentically excruciating.