Gene Mirabelli
The author of five novels—including some very sexy covers—as well as numerous short stories, book reviews, and journalistic pieces, Gene Mirabelli is "over 70 and probably the least known man of letters since Hawthorne."
Andrew Womack
The Emerald Down, Aquarium EP; A Study in Her, Auto-Amputation
Not in Oxford (OX4, for some of you), not in Reading, not anywhere in the U.K., in fact, but in Toledo, Ohio, is the where the new shoegazing (Ride, My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, et al) movement lives, courtesy of T-Town record label Honest in Secret, well-proven Ohio
Big Decision
The decision has been made. It’s a step into the unknown, the mysterious. But it’s time. IT IS TIME. Goodbye Hotmail, farewell Spam-City. I’ve been considering this drastic move for months now, and after being told that both of my email inboxes are pretty much diaper
Colder, Again
Colder is Marc Nguyen Tan, a Parisian producer and designer who, yes, probably has every single Factory Records album in his record collection. You guessed it – this stuff sounds a lot like Joy Division et al. But instead of being yet another love letter to Ian Curtis and post-punk
Makeover Madness!
Never fear: Television can change your life when there’s a makeover show specially designed to do just that. ANDREW WOMACK follows two guests and learns.
Gags I’d Like to See in Movies/TV
Sometimes all you’ve got is a gag, and no plot. And that’s exactly what I’m providing to you here (no charge) with some guesswork as to the surrounding circumstances that could be cooked up, were you to actually write something that had one of these. Some guy
Stars, Heart
‘I am Evan and this is my heart.’ ‘I am Amy and this is my heart.’ ‘I am Chris, this is my heart.’ ‘I am Torq, this is my heart.’ And that’s how Heart, the newest album from Montreal’s Stars, begins. The overall effect of the album could
Later, Summer
Summer wasn’t all it could have been cracked up to be, is the way I’m looking at it now. I hate to poo-poo it, since it’s hardly ever worth true criticism, but it must be said: Summer 2003 never really came together. Or did it? Let’
Blackout!
The lights flickered, the computer blinked out (but not before I saved my Word doc! Ha!) there was a weird ‘chirping’ sound coming from outside the building. Something was definitely amiss. What was happening, however, was impossible to tell. What was pretty clear, however, was that I was going to
Guys Near My Work
Near my work there are these two parking lots. Well, one’s a lot and the other’s a garage, actually. But still, they’re in competition for any passing vehicles looking for a place to park. Both the lot and the garage employ a guy each who wears dungarees