30.12.09

Cheap Tricks Redux


When my friend and Damned by Faint Praise contributor, and great artist in his own right, Robby Mexico heard about the Art Auction, he was inspired to draw this flyer. It's really cool, and it's appreciated.

Thanks Robby.

Text:

You. Come hither.

Me?

Yes, you. -- Listen closely. Art auction on January 16th. It's a Saturday. Mark your calendar. Free Food. Free Drinks. DJ sets and such. Be there... or be square.

Saturday, January 16th.

Oh no!

That poor, square bastard.

29.12.09

Sat/16th/Jan/2010: Cheap Tricks Art Auction


Good News!

On January 16th, The Peanut Gallery will be taking its show on the road-- as it always does-- to Oak Cliff for the Cheap Tricks Art Auction. This special event benefits the artists (all money made in auction will go directly to the artist), which is always good. Raymond Butler (Damned by Faint Praise's first "featured artist"), Felicia Garcia, and Jessica Terry (Damned by Faint Praise contributor) are behind this thing, and Adam Strange and myself are grateful to them for allowing us to be a part. The flyer says it all! Er... well... most of it, anyway.

We will be doing some select readings and getting to hang with some cool up-and-coming local artists.

More info here:

The Peanut Gallery

&

Here.

Right here.

On this blog.

So if you're in D-town and looking for a little culture: check it out!

24.12.09

A Decade of Shit: Worsts

Hi, Stu here.

Look, I would say that no one likes to be the one person in the room who gleefully sprays diarrhea all over everyone's parade of lists, but if I did say that, I'd be lying. I love it. If anyone believed that I would pass this opportunity on to Patrick so he could write about how much he dislikes the 'cult of Tao Lin', then you are a bigger glutton for punishment than even myself. Congratulations.

Now, as much as I would love to write about my favorite 00's sitcoms, the holidays always put me in a bad mood. Of course, I'd be in a much better mood if my favorite hooker hadn't become a born-again Christian.

5 worst sitcoms of the 00's:

5. Glee -- not technically a sitcom, but it's on the list because fuck everyone.
4. American Dad -- it's a cartoon, but it sucks. best way to get rid of a talking goldfish? fucking starve it.
3. Scrubs -- i think zach braff is talentless. someone somewhere compared him to john ritter, which i think should be punishable by being made to be the only sober person in a room full of drunken assholes.
2. Everybody Hates Chris -- i don't think chris rock has been funny since his SNL days. in fact, he's obnoxious. best way to get rid of chris rock? stop encouraging him.
1. According to Jim -- this is here only because king of queens began in '98.

5 worst news personalities (decade/contemporary):

5. Tim Ryan (kdfw fox4 news anchor): old, fat, white, whiny motherfucker who has more cash than brain cells. considers himself a curmudgeon, but just how thin is the line between curmudgeon and privileged dumb shit who basically reads teleprompters all day?
4. Keith Olbermann (nbc cable liberal version of Bill O'Reilly): smug, loud, and obnoxious. it's not that i hate him, i just don't particularly like him.
3. All those ultra conservative chicks on FOXNEWS: ugly, dumb, obnoxious, interchangeable vessels of neocon lust, these bitches know less about politics than i do about being a twelve-year-old thai transvestite prostitute.
2. Bill O'Reilly: this man needs no introduction. http://www.ruthlessreviews.com/653/a-bold-fresh-piece-of-humanity/ took the words right out of my mouth.
1. Glenn Beck (foxnews?): this man is a fucking titty baby. it's amazing: if a liberal cries or shows emotion, he/she is either crazy, a whiner, or worse, but a conservative does it, and it's passion? it's okay? no, it's not. a titty baby is a titty baby, and this guy is crazy to boot. i see him, and i'm thinking: this guy screams homosexual. but not the kind that buys you drinks in a bar because he wants to get to know you, no... one that bottles up his sexuality and hides in a closet, bashing the ones who accept who they are no matter the cost.

5 worst movies of the decade:

5. (500) days of summer -- i hate musicals. next.
4. eternal sunshine of the spotless mind -- i guess kaufman thought it'd be more clever to have this whole mind erasing shit... instead of having his characters respond normally; you know, like... going out and getting blitzed, fucking everything in sight. perhaps it is, but it's not as fun. fuck this movie.
3. jesus camp -- think of the children, my ass.
2. oh brother, where art thou? -- it's not the big lebowski, therefore it blows.
1. the 40 year old virgin -- not nearly as interesting as 'the 18 year old nympho.'

5 worst drunken benders:

5. in 2004 i woke up in bed with a girl that i thought my friend was hooking up with. she wasn't ugly, but she insisted on making me breakfast in bed. burnt pancakes and a small cartoon of oj. i left shortly after.
4. in 2006 i woke up with my jeans on. the pockets were bursting with lottery tickets. i'd bought $90 worth of tickets. i didn't win. lesson learned. er... not.
3. in 2003 i woke up pantless in a field. i freaked the fuck out. i was still a bit gone from the tequila. i realized i was in the field right next to my apartment complex when my neighbor began yelling at me. 'hey stu! stu! what in the hell is you doin'? naked ass muthafucka!'
2. in 2007 i brought a bottle of brandy to a college party. everyone was drinking beer and hitting the garbage pail punch. i started challenging the douchier looking guys to shot-for-shot contests. the general response was, 'hell yeah, brah! whatcha got there?' things commenced only after i was teased mercilessly for being snooty. for brandy! hennessy is brandy! never mind the fact that it was 7$ brandy. i woke up hours later naked on the floor under the beer pong table with three only moderately attractive coeds. i'd fucked them all. without protection. i made several trips to the local clinic. am std free.
1. in 2009 i woke up in a drunk tank after doing a series of dumpster readings. i was apparently so wasted when the cops found me that i was pissing on my own shoes and singing 'de colores.'

actually that was pretty cool.

20.12.09

Lists, I love you; I hate you; I can't live without you; it's better that you die; you complete me; you confuse me; I am a whirling dervish of passions, contradictions, and judgments!: A Decade of Bests

Lists may be the bane of the existence of many.

Recently, the contributors and readers of a website called htmlgiant have had several discussions with regards to listing and its validity or lack thereof. Lists & Polaroids / Twenty Important Translations from English to a multitude of languages / Best Movies of the Decade. Personally, my default position with regard to lists is that I hate them because I just really don't give a shit what people like. I'm not in marketing, and even if I were, simple listing would do very little in the way of mapping out demographics and such. But I usually make sure people know that I dislike lists only to segue into a list.

So, in the grand tradition of consistency (in the words of Hank Moody from Californication: "I'm a consistent motherfucker, that's why!"), Stu González and I had a drink meeting-- meaning, it was me, him, lots of paper and ink, and a handle of Highland Mist-- whereby we discussed the merits of compiling (attempting to compile) comprehensive "end of decade best and worst of" lists. We decided that we'd drink until we were legless. Whoever lasted the longest would automatically earn the right to put their "worst of" list on this blog. We fought about it, but Stu won fair and square, and instead of being the bigger man and deferring to me what I wanted, he chose to keep what he had won. As such, these entries will consist of a series of arbitrarily numbered bests/worsts from a pool of arbitrary topics: none of which were stipulated in the drinking game. The only must, is that the lists be decade specific (2000-2009).

And while it is my general position that no miscellaneous lists can be "comprehensive," I am going to make an attempt at being as thorough and concise as I can possibly be. This list will be, in a similar vein to Antosca's list for htmlgiant, the top 20 films of the last decade.

My Top 20 Films of the Decade:

20. "Fay Grim" (2006) Written and Directed by Hal Hartley/Starring: Parker Posey, Jeff Goldblum, and James Urbaniak/Hal Hartley is quite possibly my favorite filmmaker. This knowledge well-known to anyone who knows me, it is my belief that Hartley's best works came about in the 90's. This film, a sequel to Henry Fool (1997), has Hartley experimenting with camera angles, most notably, the "Dutch angle," whereby the camera is tilted slightly, adding a striking visual accompaniment to the mania of the story about a wife looking for her supposedly dead husband amidst international intrigue. Parker Posey turns in one of her best perfomances as the titular character.

19. "Time to Leave" (2005) Written and Directed by François Ozon/Starring: Melvil Poupaud, Jeanne Moreau, and Marie Rivière/Excellent, quiet little French film about a hot-shot gay photographer who discovers he has an incurable disease and chooses to tell no one but his grandmother. An interesting study into how one faces terminal illness. Solid performances and a beautiful closing shot.

18. "In Bruges" (2008) Written and Directed by Martin McDonagh/Starring Colin Farrell, Ralph Fiennes, and Brendan Gleeson/Good travel film about inept hitmen, and one the best one-liners I've heard: "You're an inanimate fucking object!". My favorite scene is the one in the restaurant where the American guy gets beat up by Farrell for being a jackass about smoking. Normally I loathe violence, but in this case it kind of made me feel good. Yeah, I'm a smoker.

17. "Dave Chappelle's Block Party" (2004/'05/'06) Written by Dave Chappelle/Directed by Michel Gondry/Starring Dave Chappelle with appearances by Mos Def, Talib Kweli, Dead Prez, The Fugees & more/This film is LOADED with exciting performances by some really great performers in hip-hop/r&b. Chappelle is charming and funny the entire way through (and you get a really good idea of what kind of guy he is in person), and it was Gondry at his most "hands-off" as a director. This film has excellent re-play value, awesome collaborative effort.

16. "Interview" (2007) Written by Steve Buscemi and Dave Schechter/Directed by Steve Buscemi/Starring Steve Buscemi and Sienna Miller/Remake of Theo Van Gogh's 2003 film is light on plot, heavy on character. I thoroughly enjoy these kinds of films, and admittedly, while I never saw the original (in honesty didn't realize it was a remake until I looked it up), I'm going to assume it took a very similar approach. Miller and Buscemi really battle one another. When two good actors can carry a movie on sheer tension, I have to give the credit where credit is due. This is a quality film.

15. "Sin noticias de Dios" or "Don't Tempt Me!" (2001/'03/'05) Written and Directed by Augustín Díaz Yanes/Starring: Penelopé Cruz, Victoria Abril, Demián Bichir, and Gael García Bernal/This one benefits from the fact that I've recently seen it, but I LOVED the creativity with which scenes set in Heaven (in French with a song in Portuguese)/Hell (in English)/Earth (in Spanish) were presented aesthetically-- especially heaven-- nouvelle vague styled (even borrowed footage from the intro to Les Quatre Cents Coups). Very tongue-in-cheek performances and treatment of the subject matter. Cruz and Abril approach sexiness from two different angles and achieve the expected results.

14. "Shaun of the Dead" (2004) Written by Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright/Directed by Edgar Wright/Starring: Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Lucy Davis, and Dylan Moran/A romantic comedy with zombies! That was one of the taglines. If there's one criticism that many level against this film, it's the acting. But I hardly think it's fair. Pegg might have been overwrought emotionally at times, but the comedic exchanges are brilliant, and as filmmakers, they demonstrate a pretty good understanding of the genre. In my mind, nothing quite matches the original Dawn of the Dead which is amazing in just about every way and to me is the measuring stick for these kinds of films (the Evil Dead series is spectacular, but not really a zombie thing).

13. "Sleuth" (2007) Written by Harold Pinter/Directed by Kenneth Branagh/Starring: Michael Caine and Jude Law/Talk about a lineup of dramatic heavyweights. This is another remake, and a formiddable one, at that. Caine is an amazing actor and Law is no slouch (one of my favorites, in fact). The fact that Branagh is helming this thing and NOT acting as well is good news. Branagh is a fine performer (especially in Shakespearean productions), but with this film, he sits back and commands killer performances without the awkwardness of having to direct oneself. Pinter wrote the screenplay, which is strange to me since he is a playwright and he didn't write the play this is based on, but he takes thin material and makes it interesting. Caine and Law constantly one-upping one another in a game of cat and mouse is fun to watch.

12. "She Hate Me" (2004) Written by Michael Genet and Spike Lee/Directed by Spike Lee/Starring: Anthony Mackie, Kerry Washington, Dania Ramirez, Woody Harrelson, and Q-Tip/I don't think many enjoy this film as much as I do. It has its flaws (the CGI sperm and the sexual montages border on awful), but I think there are segments of it that really lift it. It's not Do the Right Thing or Jungle Fever, but it's a well executed piece of cinema at the best of times. The scenes with Q-Tip and Mackie are sparkling with chemistry, the re-enactment of the Watergate scandal was clever (powerful, in fact), and the Bonasera crime family doesn't seem as tacked on the more times I watch.

11. "Nada +" or "Nada Mas" (2001) Written by Juan Carlos Cremata Malberti and Manuel Rodríguez/Directed by Juan Carlos Cremata Malberti/Starring: Thais Valdés and Nacho Lugo/Lighthearted and visually bold, Malberti's portrayal of Cuba and her people is fun and doesn't beat you over the head with a bunch of political bullshit. It's all very subtle, understated even. And not just because it HAS to be. Just when you think it's about to get deep and serious, there's colorful cartoony scenes and goofy chase scenes. All the performances are fairly over-the-top, excepting Valdés and Lugo, who are stolid and matter-of-fact in equal measure.

10. "Man, Woman, and the Wall" (2007) Written by Masashi Yamamoto based on a story by Fumihiro Yamada/Directed by Masashi Yamamoto/Starring: Sola Aoi and Keita Ono/Apparently this little Japanese film is a "less raw" kind of a type of cinema called "pink" in Japan. I can't comment more on that because I am unfamiliar with this style. Exploitative but sensual, bordering on art-house sensibility, what I like most about this film is its overall feel and approach to the subject. It never gets too menacing or deranged, and Yamamoto treats his characters with care. Admittedly, I was taken aback by the scene where Ono rummages through his beautiful neighbor's trash in efforts to experience her more. My western sensibilities say, "Oh, that's mad stalkerish," and it's actually fun to be challenged like that. The idea of obsession is one of my favorites, and the perspective is executed nicely here.

9. "Batalla en el cielo" or "Battle in Heaven" (2005) Written and Directed by Carlos Reygadas/Starring: Marcos Hernández, Berta Ruiz, and Anapola Mushkadiz/This film will always be remembered in my mind, as the movie that made my friend Robert walk out. The sex scenes made him uncomfortable as they apparently reminded him of his parents. I asked him if his parents are tubby, middle aged Mexicans. His reply: "fuck you." Yes, there is explicit sex in the film. I love the close-ups on the characters' genitalia in post-coital comedown. It's a beautiful thing. Perhaps to some it is porn, but I find it bold and beautifully done. The repitition of imagery is done seamlessly. The story itself is about an aging couple who kidnap a baby only to have it die on them soon after and the existential crisis that follows. The supposed-to-be powerful, but ultimately hollow expression of Marcos's religiosity in the end, to me, is a statement of Reygadas's disapproval of this type of insincerity in the face of reality.

8. "Pretty Persuasion" (2005) Written by Skander Halim/Directed by Marcos Siega/Starring: Evan Rachel Wood, James Woods, Jane Krakowski, Ron Livingston, and Selma Blair/As a general rule, I can't stand films about teenagers. There are exceptions, of course, and this is one of them. Wood's portrayal of a spoiled, manipulative, and intelligent teen girl is amazing. In fact, she's a bad ass. This movie is everything Juno isn't, and that's a good thing. Kimberly Joyce doesn't betray pretensions to the hip (an annoying trait of supposed indie flicks in the last decade), she's a vindictive bitch, and she's so much the better for it. She plays sides, ignores the pain of others, all while reveling in her own grandeur. The world is her orchestra, and she is the insane conductor.

7. "Requiem for a Dream" (2000) Written by Hubert Selby Jr. and Darren Aronofsky, based on Selby Jr.'s novel of the same title/Directed by Darren Aronofsky/Starring: Ellen Burstyn, Jared Leto, Jennifer Connolly, and Marlon Wayans/Perhaps part of what I really love about this film is that is pisses my mother off so. She thinks it's one of the worst movies ever. I haven't been able to pinpoint the reasons because she's very vague, but it entertains me. When I told her I was writing this, she asked if this movie would be on it. "Of course," I say. "It has to be. Number seven." Visually, it's one of the best movies I've ever seen. Lots of juxtaposition: Closed vs. Open spaces. Crowded vs. Intimate shots. Bright colors. Dull colors. Grit. Beauty. The cinematography helps the story, and it's a story that frankly doesn't need a lot of help. This is a very honest film. The characters spend much time fantasizing about what they want their lives to be. I could say that they abuse drugs because the feeling delivered is the closest experience to the realization of their fantasies, and maybe that is right, but I don't know. Each time I watch it, I find myself flip-flopping about the end. "It's sad. No, it's happy. No, sad," etc. The only thing I know, is that it's one of my favorite films about drug usage. As an aside, Burstyn is endearing in this.

6. "Ghost World" (2001) Written by Daniel Clowes and Terry Zwigoff/Directed by Terry Zwigoff/Starring: Thora Birch, Scarlett Johansson, Steve Buscemi, and Brad Renfro/Daniel Clowes is my favorite graphic novelist. "Ghost World" is his "magnum opus," and for good reason. A grown man has never captured teen girls (another exception to my rule about teens) in a such an accurate light. Granted, there's some quirk in there, but that's only because Clowes himself is an eccentric. Zwigoff isn't any different. Their collaboration on this film makes sense: Zwigoff is the man behind my favorite documentary (Crumb), and Clowes's work has just been begging for cinematic representation. "Ghost World" is a series of sweeping statements on art, film, and life (especially as a teen-ager at the end of a stage in life). It's snobby, it's pretentious, but it makes several points. Maybe it's just a big "fuck you" to everyone. Its minimalism suggests that it might not be a visual wonder, but when you can get an almost passable performance from the thespian train-wreck that is Scarlett Johansson, it makes the luxury of having fully developed characters that much better.

5. "Kill Bill Vol. 1" and "Kill Bill Vol. 2" (2003/2004) Written and Directed by Quentin Tarantino/Starring: Uma Thurman, David Carradine, and a whole lot of other motherfuckers/Let it be said that Tarantino is one of my favorite auteurs. Bar none. Maybe not my number one, but this guy fucking BLEEDS cinema. I don't know if there's anyone as film literate as him. I might know someone personally who approaches this kind of knowledge, but QT is up there. He expresses his love by giving us "Kill Bill," an epic in all respects. Better than the LotR series, better than the three films that sum up the Star Wars series. Just better. Initially, I had considered putting up "Vol.2" as my number 5 because there was no way I was going to waste spots, but then I figured, fuck it, they are just not complete alone. Maybe stylistically, as they are drastically different in that department, but if you look at the story, they cannot stand alone. Thus the shared position. It's true, "Vol 2," to me, is much better, but I have my reasons. The second installation develops character, fleshes out the story, has the better dialogue, and is stylistically more to my liking (a hint: my favorite Kurosawa film is Stray Dog, which is a noir, NOT a samurai film). The most damning misstep for Vol. 1? Casting Vivica Fox. Ugh. Taken together, these two volumes are a love-letter to all that is fun and beautiful about film.

4. "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" (2007) Written and Directed by Cristian Mungiu/Starring: Anamaria Marinca, Laura Vasiliu, and Vlad Ivanov/This is one of those films that reveal much about humanity without slapping you about the face with a "moral" or a "lesson" or some kind of judgment with regards to the humans involved. Mungiu uses the same approach with his characters that Todd Solondz does (Happiness, Storytelling, Welcome to the Dollhouse). He doesn't manipulate his audience one way or the other. He presents us with a picture of humanity. I remember while I was at college in Houston (a Catholic college), people urged me to see a film called "Bella" because it was supposed to present the audience with a "life-affirming (i.e, "pro-life") view towards abortion. But the subject is not so much about life-affirmation as it is about seeing that without a safe alternative, desperate women will go at great lengths to follow through on a decision that they have made about their own bodies. In a country where abortion is illegal, women are subject to a range of abuses. But this film shows. It doesn't tell. And it is extremely compelling.

3. "Amores Perros" (2000) Written by Guillermo Arriaga/Directed by Alejandro González Iñarritu/Starring: Gael García Bernal, Emilio Echevarría, Vanessa Bauche, and Goya Toledo/Hands down, my favorite Spanish language film. It starts out strong, and ends even stronger. There has been some discussion about the English translation of the title, which is, "Love's a Bitch." It's wholly inaccurate, but the sentiment makes sense. I can't be certain there is a literal translation. Amores=lovers, Perros=dogs. I say, "Dog lovers," but that isn't exactly accurate, either. Though dogs are very integral to the story. What really propels this film into something amazing is the acting (and the writing, which is sadly not matched in the next two films). There's not a weak spot in the whole damn thing. Echevarría steals the show as El Chivo, a hitman with an undefined past who roams the streets with his dogs. He doesn't get redemption, but he certainly is human as fuck, and that is amazing. You want to cry with him, as he calls his estranged daughter, desperately trying to reconnect in an act that is ultimately--and he knows this-- futile.

2. "The Edge of Heaven" (2007) Written and Directed by Fatih Akin/Starring: Nurgül Yeşilçay, Baki Davrak, Tuncel Kurtiz, and Hannah Schygulla/I am officially a big fan of Fatih Akin. The give away is that my top two films in the last ten years were both written and directed by him. "The Edge of Heaven" is a film ostensibly about death and how we deal with it. It's also about being an outsider. About being an outsider who loves an insider who isn't really an insider. Bottom line, Akin draws you in. You care for his characters, but only realize it when you hear yourself saying, "now what is he/she gonna do?" It's almost as if you are following around real people. They aren't extremely clever and witty. They aren't overly emotional, they aren't entirely detached, there's a perfect balance. Akin, being a German of Turkish descent, paints a picture of Turks who are trying to live their lives within the bounds of a culture that is not theirs. They don't fit in, and they don't try. Ultimately, this film will break your heart, because it doesn't end at all how your emotions want it to. Undying love is answered with denial, and you lose the character you most adore.

1. "Head-On" (2004) Written and Directed by Fatih Akin/Starring: Birol Ünel and Sibel Kekilli/When contemplating this list, I already had this film as number one. In some ways this film can be considered a package deal with The Edge of Heaven. It is the predecessor, but all the same, the themes are similar, and even the style is. Death is the caveat to life; random, inevitable. It can come from anywhere at any time. And that is a common theme. A driving one. One that serves as plot arc. So what makes this better than my number two? What sets it apart? It's a more compelling story. The characters are just that much more endearing. Kekilli is beautiful, and for me, I went from wanting simply to fuck her, to loving her character. Not literally, of course, but as a matter of the story. And Cahit (Ünel) goes from annoyance to seeming indifference, to the exact same feeling. The best part, once again, as a viewer, you are denied the ending which you desire.

11.12.09

Fucking is the Wave of the Past, Present, and Future

“Fucking is the Wave of the Past, Present, and Future”


If you think about it,
I mean, if you really, really ponder it,
break it down, give it the deliberation it deserves,
you realize that that is it,
that fucking is, was, and will forever be,
the single greatest motivator in the history of human-kind,
not money,
not power,
not revenge,
and it doesn’t matter what you think,
of anything else,
you can argue, passionately invalidating my positions,
with well-thought-out explanations,
with reasoning,
with facts,
with the greatest of intellectual precision,
but you know that deep down, the only reason
it even matters,
is because you’re trying so desperately to fuck that beautiful
brainy bombshell-- who is a contradiction in terms, which in
and of itself,
is something you find alluring to no end--
that sits in the back of the room or at the end of the bar (you heard her talking about string theory and popular mechanics-- at least that’s what you pretend),
and you don’t think twice,
you acknowledge the ramifications,
pregnancy, STDs, the HIV, but it’s the notion of conquest,
of sexual prowess,
of getting your rocks off,
without guilt or the strings attached,
without love and feelings matched,
without a doubt,
fucking is the wave of the past, present, and future.

(2009) © Patrick Patterson-Carroll

9.12.09

BioJunky: Man and Animal

"You see what man has forgotten is that there is no distinction from man and any other animal. We all come from Mother Earth and by using biohacking technology we BioShamanic prophets have broken the bonds of man's cursed exile and came back to our true selves."

What a load of horseshit.

King Leo, the frontman and head bullshitter for popular bioshaman metalcore band Lion's Mouth, is splayed across a beaten leather couch, half feline groupies tentatively grooming him. The King in his den, he smiles a predator's smile.

We're backstage in the Trees green room just after the King and his pride put on an amazing show. The King may be a lot of things and the least of them is he's a hell of a showman.

The rest of the band is loitering around drinking, smoking pot or getting head from groupies only so happy to have a celebrity blow his load in their face.

The King purrs out an enhanced lungful of weed smoke still smiling that wicked smile. You can tell he's been practicing.

"So King, what about people who say that you biohippies are just trying to use barely legal technology to circumvent well established laws such as laws prohibiting polygamy and under age marriage?"

"See, right there. All you media types are all too ready to label us with such derogatory terms like biohippy and CMF, custom-made freaks. Because you're afraid of the BioShaman revolution. You're nothing more than corporate lackeys each and every one of you!"

OK, don't blow the interview. Don't call the him on his hypocritical bullshit. You can't fuck this up. Play nice Adam, play nice.

"Fuck you!"

The room goes quiet. The King lets out a low growl, body suddenly tense, ready to attack. I continue with my tirade.

"Fuck you and all your bullshit. You wanna call me a corporate lackey, that's fine with me. I've never claimed to be anything other than a literary whore. But, I won't take this shit from a pampered celebritard who thinks he's the voice of a revolution when in fact all he's doing is a pathetic excuse of an impression of Bob Marley selling out."

I can feel my own fangs and claws extending. Every bone in my mutated super freaky body is ready to attack. The King just laughs.

"I like you. You've got balls."

The prick laughs and passes me the blunt he's been smoking. Blue Frankenstein, a mutated blend from out of Amsterdam; damn good weed, sativa with opiate additives.

I blow out a large cloud of blue smoke and start to relax and enjoy myself, watching the half feline girls with renewed interest.

Stop!

My brain screams.

Fight it.

Remember your rage.

Remember your hate.

I shake it off.

"Good stuff. Thank you."

The King lets out a robust laugh.

"Man, that's even better than what I got."

I pull out a blunt from the inside pocket of my coat and light it. A few puffs and the green smoke starts to blend with the already abundant blue.

The King takes it with wide eyed appreciation.

"What is it?" The King asks cautiously, sniffing at it like the animal he pretends to be.

I smile.

"It's called FED 47. A totally synthetic strain."

He hands it back.

"Sorry, I only smoke natural herb. The way Jah intended."

Ignoring the hypocrisy of the earlier blunt, I blow out a heavenly cloud of green smoke. The scent of cannibus, jasmine, and honeysuckle perfume the room.

"So you're willing to alter your body in wholly unnatural ways. Bend barely legal scientific advances to reach your own twisted beliefs. But, you won't smoke synthetic pot."

Let it never be said I didn't enjoy a calling people on their own bullshit.

All eyes in the room are no longer on the King and I. Every singe person in the room is now entranced in the aroma coming from the little tobacco wrapped joint in my hand

I pass it to the closest groupie, a tall amazonian she-beast in a fur wrapped bikini, currently eyeballing me with those "I want to fuck you, then eat you for dinner eyes."

I let out an uninitialized purr. This is not the result of some ani-graft, but something I've always done when content with myself. The King does not see it that way. He stares at me with real hate, the first non rehearsed emotion he's shown all night.

"You see King, the way I see it, the reason for the whole lion get up is you so desperately want to be someone important that you've literally rebuilt yourself into some sort of prophet totally catering to all the lost souls incapable of being their own individual selves. That's why you insist everyone around you look exactly like you, from your band to your multiple wives and girlfriends."

In a flash of tan fur, King Leo is towering over me, foaming at the mouth, a walking nightmare with outstretched arms, claws extended in my direction.

"You fucking hipster! You dare challenge me in my own den!"

With all of the considerable strength in my enhanced body, I jump up and slam my fist into his jaw in a punishing uppercut sending the King and all his intimidating mass flying back into the wall above the sofa he was just lounging majestically on.

In total battle mode, I start stomping on his face with my steel toe boots then turn around with a supernatural speed owed entirely to drunken bar fights to meet the three security guards strategically positioned across the room.

I rip open the first poor sap's chest with my claws, then punt the second one in the balls. The third one manages to tackle me and wraps his arm around my neck and starts slamming his fist into my stomach. We start grappling, rolling around, pounding and clawing each other with the viciousness of two assholes that live for this shit.

Eventually backup arrives and five or twenty security guards put the boot to me, working me over for a good five minutes untill all the fight in me has been beat out with extreme prejudice.

They drag my limp broken body out to the parking lot and leave me lying there laughing. I roll over on to my back and fumble for my cigarettes in my coat pocket. I pull out the pack and see that all of them are broken and I start to laugh harder.

"If you keep that up people'll start to think your crazy"

The sultry voice belongs to the tall lioness I passed the joint too.

"And they'll be right, sexy mama. Say you wouldn't by chance have a cigarette on you?"

"Depends, you got anymore of that weed?"

"Ya, sweety. On my bedroom counter next my condoms."

"Ya, you don't look like you'll be able to use either tonight."

I spring up like a toddler after naptime.

"Never underestimate the willpower of an orgasm addict."

As we walk off toward my loft a few blocks away I say,

"By the way, I'm Adam Strange."

"I know. I'm Fiona, Leonard's first wife."

I start laughing hysterically again.

"See, fucking nutso."

I laugh all the way home. Me and Fiona fucked all night. Then I sat down at my computer and wrote this article.

Ha! Leonard.

7.12.09

burn the idols

punk rock
hip hop
its all gotta die
what happened to originality
chaotic creativity
gone viral
this is for the individual
everyday rockstars
got their own beat
fuck radio one
i'm singing my own song
everyday poetry
real street
fuck gansta rap
when i was gansta
I never had shit
graffiti
free art
in an ugly world
here's some beauty
freeform freedom
burn the idols
kill all the old gods
let everyone have amnesia
we all start anew
iggy pop was a kid once
so was pac
everyday people
making their own reality
got the Dallas beat
pumping through my heart
who the hell are you
to say this ain't art
what is art?
art is LuLu
art is bleeding wrist
handcuffs are freedom
they say dallas is plastic
so we break the mold
melted vinyl sticking to the floor
i'm no guru
i've got no answers
fuck patti smith
i don't need your inspiration
i got my own
its like a bullet in the chamber
released
with such such sweet heat
i can't even remember
when i felt a joy like this
up in the middle of the night
writing words for no reason
conformity inspires me
break away
find something new
find your own song
cuz my shit is done