Ranking art sucks. I do it all the time because I need things to talk about, but it’s not really fair to whoever created what I’m ranking.
Much like insufflating PCP, watching Elvis can be a lot of things, but it’s not boring.
Being extremely dumb on purpose feels like an act of protest now more than it did when the show began.
Gonzo journalism is risky, immersive, unapologetically subjective, and mines the ecstatic and horrifying extremes of experience for larger truths about human nature. It’s currently in short supply, but at least one long-haul libertine is doing it right.
Streaming is bad for comedy. Not inherently, but it just is right now.
While I’m sure some folks experience healthy stability and shared support in monogamous relationships, they can also be an excuse for complacency, stagnation, and douchey double-lives.
Love of baseball, and squirrel chases, is a universal way to connect.
The goal of any job is to make money. That’s it.
Maybe he does need that gun rack?
A massive backlog of legacy touring acts trying to book dates, combined with club owners’ desire to make up lost revenue stemming from pandemic restrictions and quarantine, means there’s no room for taking risks on artists who might not draw a crowd.