City Pages profiles filmmaker Rick Fuller the man behind First Avenue Hay Day, 7 Nights in the Entry, and the director of Come Feel Me Tremble.
Much to my chagrin, in the New York Times Matt Weiland tries to explain the enduring relevance of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road by citing the cracked voice of Paul Westerberg and Jeff tweedy. I didn’t quite get it, but then I didn’t read the whole article because On the Road sucks.
The Duke of Straw says “Color Me Impressed” got him through High School.
Minnesota Public Radio offers up some info about the Sound Unseen’s window into 1981 Minneapolis.
I liked how Foul Territory: News, notes, and fun about the Texas Rangers got a kick out of hearing Kiss Me On the Bus during batting practice at the Metrodome.
Purple Reign: 1984 was the coolest year ever, and Matt Sessler knows it.
On the Road does not suck. Christ.
Tweedy, on the other hand…
On the Road totally sucks, and it’s boring.
I find On the Road to be an ace read & not at all boring.