If you watch a lot of movies and you're on the internet, then you've been made aware of Kane Parsons' Backrooms, and you have, perhaps, already heard or read more about it than you'd like. If that's you, bookmark this until
One Saturday afternoon in spring of 1989, I was on a subway in London with a friend. We had been to record shops and spent money. The Pixies album, Doolittle, had just been released, and if you got an early copy, it came with a limited edition booklet, and that
People like to ask how I'm doing. Lots of questions, even now, almost two years down the road. Do the new hips work? How do I feel? Am I going places? My surgeon all but demanded that I go places. I'm going places. When I'
Look at these purple radishes. Look at how goddamn beautiful they are. I got them at the Monday Plummer Park farmer's market. My radish hookup brings these as well as my other favorite radish, the watermelon radish. Normal radishes are also fine, but they're boring to
You make another person's death about you. You're not supposed to do that, but you do it anyway because you're a person. You can set about tending to the needs of the deceased's most bereaved friends or family members, and that'
I think about how, 25 years ago, when I was writing down notes and stories that would eventually become a book about living on this block in this city, there was more action. More yelling. More loud music. More chaos. This has been replaced, largely, by the sounds of construction
While Alonso and I were in Nashville this past weekend for a Duralde family wedding, I learned of an unexpected death on my side of the family. I'm posting this here so nobody wonders why there's nothing in their inbox. I'll be back soon.
Before I was diagnosed with two hips' worth of advanced arthritis, I just thought I had fat-dude back trouble. It was COVID lockdown, and I bought this useless item called The Scoop. It promised to loosen up my tight core, or tighten up my weak core. One of
Hell0, I have a cold. Taking a little break. I'll write when my Nyquil hangover subsides. Send a wellness influencer to my door so I can cough on them.
I was very nervous. It was late summer, 2004. She had re-recorded "Every Man Has a Woman Who Loves Him," a song she wrote and sang on the Double Fantasy album with her husband John Lennon. The new version was called "Everyman... Everywoman" and it
See that wonderful old building? It's a Taco Bell Cantina. It came up in 1917 on Hollywood Boulevard, the facade in the Churrigueresque style, and it once was the Pickwick Book Shop. Marlene Dietrich shopped there. That no one decided to demolish it entirely or simply obscure the
This is a note to the dude with the sign. Your sign said, "LET ME EAT THAT ASS." You were standing outside the Mobil station on Santa Monica Boulevard. It was about 5pm on Wednesday afternoon. The sign was cardboard. About 12 inches tall and 15 inches wide.