Will Work For Drugs
As a writer, Lunch’s prose is distinct in its defiance of current literary standards emphasizing simplicity and restraint. Her text is infused with an electricity that sends her words kicking and punching off the page. She is not afraid to lay it on thick, but it works and it is hard to believe that someone who is pushing fifty can still get so fired up about life and her ambivalent quest to escape it. It is also refreshing. If Lydia Lunch confessed that she had moved to the suburbs and found contentment as a wife and mother, some people might applaud her for growing up and settling down, but they were likely never her fans in the first place.
By Beth Harrington.
Remembering Ed Kienholz
Little did I know back when Jane and I passed the Packard in the carport, it would become Ed’s coffin. Bob Helm tells the story to Chris Sublet, one of my artist friends that went to see the German artist’s wood sculpture show. Ed owned several hundred acres around Hope including the mountaintop where he is buried. Ed’s son, Noah, drove a backhoe to the site and dug a huge hole with an approach way to it. Ed was positioned sitting upright in the passenger’s seat of the Packard and Nancy drove it into the hole.
By Richard Twedt.
3:AM Top 5: Trev HAGL
Something of a regional treasure of the North East, Trev HAGL is a punk rock institution. For 25 years he’s been churning out fanzines from the former pit town backwaters of Co. Durham and haggling with second hand record shop owners across the region. Like Paul Calf in a flight jacket, he has no time […]
Penetralia
Conrad doesn’t say anything then stands up. He looks at Miracle for ten seconds and pulls his shorts down. Miracle looks at Conrad’s penis and is speechless. Conrad wobbles and says, “I like you because I think you’re a really beautiful person and, you know, we are having such a good time together.” Miracle says, “Wow” and Conrad stands motionless, wondering whether or not he should do something his penis. He touches his stomach and Miracle says, “Wow, I just really. I don’t know.” Miracle waits for Conrad to do something then says, “We’re sitting on the couch and you take your shorts off.” Conrad says, “Yeah, it’s just that I wanted to get comfortable” and Miracle thinks, “I don’t like the length of his pubic hair.”
By Adam Moorad.