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Maybe This Year…

“I was out on the radio just starting to change / Somewhere out in America it’s starting to rain.” I took the E to Spring Street as the sun fell to the West. Bone tired. I ducked into 121 Varick where the doorman held a 45 pound box of 5000...

Film Threat: Roman Coppola’s “CQ”

After wrestling with the MTV (the usual vacuous b.s.), the postcard printer (I get to pick up 45 pounds worth of postcard this afternoon), the guitar shop (that still hasn’t received my replacement guitar from Martin), the CD duplication company (won’t be...