And that’s when it happened. The fucking enemy shows up.
Everyone in New York has cried a wall of tears since it happened.
According to Glenn O’Brien, David Johnson and the Harry Smiths “brings to life biorhythms all too often filtered out by digital thinking and bad posture. This is the real deal…”
Cassandra Wilson’s sophisticated jazz riffs cover everyone from Hank Williams to Miles Davis to the Monkees. Poet and music wiz Glenn O’Brien steals a téte â téte with the chanteuse not long after a night club appearance at New York’s Blue Note.
Glenn always felt that to truly understand politics one has to understand the makings of a good party: let loose and get down now and then.
John Lurie is sort of the art equivalent of a heptathlete. A heptathlete is, I think, someone who competes in seven different athletic events, either that or it’s someone who performs feats of strength with their liver.
James Nares played in a band or two, but today his improvisations are usually solos, and they take place on canvas or paper.
BARBARA ANN. I went to a dance looking for romance.
“Parody has become so real, we’re gonna stop doin’ parody.”
I could hear the old man wheezing as he rubbed me down.
The daughter of Fu Manchu laid her hand on mine.
In much the same way that painting changed with the development of photography, writing has changed with the development of the tape recorder.
In 1835 the New York Sun achieved the greatest circulation of any newspaper in the world––the surge in readership being directly attributable to the story of the century, the existence of intelligent extra-terrestial life.