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.
The ‘Bama Sutra: Showing in sadly explicit detail hundreds of different techniques and positions for having sex with blood relatives or the merely toothless.
With December comes the end of another wildly adequate year of cutting-edge journalism, edgy opinion-making, and our single-handed revival of the payola craze.
“This, my friends with whom I’m forging an unlikely bond, is the Planet Product Placement hotel, the best place to go if you wanna contrive an exciting climax.”
“Now what the fuck are we gonna do? Mr. Burnt Sienna’s fuckin’ dead! That means I’ll have no one to bounce my sarcastic pop-culture references off of!”
The directive arrived by Priority Male (a service made up of gay strippers): Pernod announced candidacy. Cover party. Bring back story and non-dairy creamer.
I could tell we were getting nearer Fox’s fortress by the growing sound of jungle drum machines in the distance. That and the heads strewn around the corridor.
There are few things quite as electric as the last few moments before a live broadcast, although urinating on a malfunctioning power generator comes close.
Things are looking bleak: Murder, suicide, fires, floods, and that seven-headed serpent that’s been outside my window singing the complete score from Showboat.
The new issue of Revolve features a cover story on Vermont rap sensation LL Cool Bean, and an interview with Church of Tim Conway founder Hervé Fernandez-Dorf.