A Micro-Era Invisible to the Cultural Eye — June 10, 1991. My older brother took the TV over for the night. He took the TV over every night. I was six years old. He was 12. I had neither the intellectual nor emotional capacity to have taken in the entire run of Twin Peaks, but this was its…

75 Years Later, There Is No Smoking Gun — For the first time since COVID, I road tripped in July 2022 to Roswell, New Mexico, for the 75th anniversary of the controversial 1947 “flying saucer” crash that ignited the modern UFO era. The debate still rages on between whether the incident was a recovery of an extraterrestrial craft and…

A Raw & Uncut Interview — Originally Published in Flaunt Magazine, 2016 AUTHOR’S NOTE: The recent passing of Lisa-Marie Presley has me heartbroken for a family plagued by tragedy in just the last few years. It was in 2020 that Riley Keough’s brother, Benjamin Keough, died by his own hand…

Notes on Three Dog Night Singer Cory Wells — This is an ongoing series of my raw, unpolished thoughts about the biography book project I’m working on about Cory Wells, founding member of the hugely popular classic rock band, Three Dog Night. As one of the most prominent and visible members of Three Dog Night, Cory Wells was also…

A Trip Through American Rascality: Gambling, Booze, & Crime from Vicksburg to Vegas — “They delight in their present low, lazy, sluttish, heathenish, hellish life, and seem not desirous of changing it.” — Rev. Charles Woodmason, 1766 “Violence is as American as cherry pie.” — H. Rap Brown America has got to start being honest with itself. I’ll be honest. I really didn’t see…

Flash Fiction — This is the opening passage to my forthcoming acid western novella, GAMBLING HELL IN NO TIME, coming soon. The law is hell law. And we’re its keepers. Hells are what the squares and holy rollers call gambling halls. Gambling hells. I guess they thought that was clever. …

A short story about two young gamblers — So we’re there driving through the paved streets of the Old West and Damien’s yelling to girls from the passenger window and he’s drinking from a flask and I’ve been taking swigs here and there while “Love Fuzz” by Ty Segall plays on the radio. The only thing standing…

Short Story — Some people are crazy enough to follow their dreams… — Idy wanted to call it OPERATION: STAR CRAWL. Valissa thought it sounded too menacing. Cal said nothing, his hand gripped firmly on the wheel, smirking under his dark shades. “Our Vision is not one of menace…” Val preached as they roared down the California desert highway in the stolen…

A Meditation on “Sundays” as Told By One of its Forefathers — Abandon all dread ye who enter here. For this is an underground space for liberated language, unabashed performance, and artistic communion. All are welcome. All are welcome. Not since 1970’s Venice Bohemianism has there been a synchronistic meeting of poetic minds. Musician/poet/host Joseph Matick cultivates something unique. While there are…