Category Archives: WMF

Your head is there to move you around…

This post, it’s the “In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida” of “First Posts”. It’s the live version of “Freebird” by the band remembered as Leonard Skinner. It’s like what they call the Tantric Sex, paid out slowly and discursively, with much meaningful eye-contact and delayed … Continue reading →

Jimmie Valvano. He had the typical Italian emotion. Three things he said to do day by day — different from the three things in that musical number about Jesus Christ— were to think, to laugh (probably in a genuine way, … Continue reading →

Frantic City opens today; thank you, Lord, for keeping this place alive somehow. This place and Delaware Park, even with the slot banditsz. You can burn down and demolish both Garden States, renovate Keystone, make hipstersz wonder about Liberty Bell … Continue reading →

Scrambling for the numbers, scrambling. Textured, crunchy, idiosyncratic. Not Socialist Tables of Parsz. The imperfections set it apart. So close now, you will have them before you know they’re not there. Thank you for your patience.

Time to rock-out…

Hey, it’s 4/20, and you know what that means: Colorado, here we come! Watch out, State of Washington! It’s OK to inhale, Mistah Clinton! Deeply! Not far behind that scene, or perhaps a leading Left Coast originator of it, the … Continue reading →

Twenty-one tracks on offer for your Friday. Many opportunities for fun and excitement, even if profit is very far off. As Benjamin J. Stein used to say on the Comedy Central: “We shall do our best”.

National Poetry Month, April, and of course T.S. Eliot was not wrong. It’s been a wicked-cruel month. And this is without any sort of invasive belligerent action on the part of the northern segment of the Inchon Peninsula!