It's Chilly Out Here in the Country... and Creepy, Too
Current new obsession: the Detroit band Blanche. Edward Gorey gets behind a pedal steel and the Gashlycrumb Tinies shriek with ghastly, funereal joy. (Renfeld knew the true meaning of the word "beetlemania," by the way.) And as long as I'm shilling out puns unworthy to shine Forrest Ackerman's shoes, I might as well go whole hog: Blanche would have been a hit on The Dead Sullivan Show. Heh. Watch the video for their song "Do You Trust Me?" and you'll pick up what I'm laying down.
Bitchinville
Back in the early '80s, during a long, hot summer in Redlands, CA, my brother Matt and his friend Michael Keys and I made an entire town out of orange crates and pallets. We called the town we built Bitchinville, because, to a gang of Led Zeppelin-listenin' Star Wars and Dungeons and Dragons geeks like us, it was the most bitchin' place on Earth.
Today, my brother lives in Norway and Mike Keys is dead, but Bitchinville's memory lives on...
