Archive for the 'bonvivant' Category

i got my lunchbox and i’m armed real well

Friday, April 11th, 2014

disregarding pretense and preening, there is perhaps no greater influence contributing to the continuation of the rock and roll experiment than the knights in satan’s service. certainly it was not the eagles that influenced a generation to rock and roll all night but what about they that erupted in the eighties and nineties? where is […]

the only band that mattered…redux

Friday, December 7th, 2012

not since tecumseh left the city in ruins has the city of atlanta generated the necessary energies to produce gentlemen that like smoke and lighting and make heavy metal thunder.

the future’s so bright i gotta wear shades…

Tuesday, March 20th, 2012

nothing quite says 21st century american pop culture like dystopian future teenage literature…

i drink so i can talk to assholes…

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

some drink and get sad. some drink and cry. some drink and get angry. some drink and say gay people take it up the ass. some drink and call police officers ‘sugar tits’. some drink and assert the jews are responsible for all the wars in the world. some drink and beat their girlfriends because […]

whatever happened to baby jane?

Friday, October 16th, 2009

finally it has been said aloud what has been apparent for years by an authority of the body no less, one of chicago’s finest, roger ebert: ” i am happy to say it brings back an element sadly missing in recent movies, gratuitous nudity. sexy women would ‘happen’ to be topless in the 1970s movies […]

brother will kill brother…

Wednesday, April 9th, 2008

“people, i just want to say, you know, can we all get along?“ unequivically the answer is “no” if a fraternal bond is shared between your guitarist and vocalist while happening to be a black crowe, oasis or kink. again there be a “nay” if your brothers bee gibb whereas the deleos and maddens carry […]

no thanks hollywood, i ain’t in to that…

Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

is not the term “movie” an antiquated and witless relic of a less kinetic time? what of substance can be said of the annual gladiatorial game of motion picture performance colloquially known as the oscars? nothing, for that which lacks substance cannot be accounted for with substance any more than art can compete. nonetheless why […]

in the wintertime…

Tuesday, February 27th, 2007

the assertion of choice is nothing without pride yet millions of smokers cower from the frost and inclemency while huddling around slightly ajar portals dangling fags in the freeze. six feet under and with the choice, the marlboro man puffs away without cracking open his casket but the modern smoker has devolved to be mild […]

ceci n’est pas une pipe

Saturday, December 16th, 2006

man and himself expressed for himself, about himself and made into an artifact for his pleasure rightly is called art. a paleolithic frank scrawling a record of experience on a cave wall so as to stop time and space for himself is genuinely artistic whereas the claptrap of the historically defined artist is nothing more […]

all the art of imitation…

Monday, October 30th, 2006

isn’t it odd that a boy can be turned into this? how is it that franklin’s journey to tinseltown returns him as this? when is a king not fit for a queen but rather just bad company? sometimes family is not a fit substitute, but all of this probably makes sense when it is realized […]