Showing posts with label The Seventies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Seventies. Show all posts
Saturday, June 27, 2009
DJ Farraginous
Ray Speen has taken on the task of reviewing all remaining phonograph records at DJ FARRAGINOUS starting with those of his estranged record collection and moving onto his ex-roommate's record collection, in strict alphabetical order. In Stylus! magazine (print version) has called Mr. Speen "the true heir to Thomas Alva Edison, deafness notwithstanding, or perhaps withstanding. He pays as much attention to the cover art as he does to the recording, and virtually ignores lyrics..."
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The Secret Goldfish
Once described as "kind of like Groundhog Day, but with goldfish, and not as funny, THE SECRET GOLDFISH is a novel of epic proportions, though in progress, which is to say there is a great deal of potential and not much else, but there will be, little by little, and you know, the greatest achievements of all time were built one brick at a time, or one bad metaphor at a time, as the case may be, by guys who put their pants on one leg at a time just like you, or women who put their dresses on one leg at a time, or guys who put on dresses one leg at a time, or sequined jumpsuits or robes or what have you, as the case may be.
Labels:
drinking,
fiction,
ice fishing,
marijuana,
novel,
seafood,
serial fiction,
The Seventies,
winter
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