I’M (ACTUALLY NOT VERY) ALL RIGHT, JACK

Posted by on Oct 10, 2008 in Film, Paul's Basement | 0 comments

We “went together” and “broke up” a few times over the course of our high school years, each separation or reunion more dramatic than the last, alternately cherishing and punishing each other like passionate, petulant, self-involved teenagers. Which, of course, is exactly what we were.

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GOIN’ TO CALIFORNIA: PART II

Posted by on Oct 9, 2008 in Paul's Basement | 0 comments

“Have you heard about the COLOSSUS?” we demanded, pupils dilated.

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GOIN’ TO CALIFORNIA: PART I

Posted by on Oct 9, 2008 in Paul's Basement | 0 comments

Our blue and white VW Bus was a tinderbox of potential emotional and physical violence.

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THE DAY THAT FLASH GORDON OPENED

Posted by on Oct 9, 2008 in Film, Paul's Basement | 1 comment

However, in response to my triumphant brandishing of the Lawry’s Seasoned Salt container, he merely shook his head sadly and walked away.

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THE FIXX (AND HOW TO GET IT): PART III

Posted by on Oct 8, 2008 in Music, Paul's Basement | 0 comments

“Yes, a chaperone can give you the extra strength to dominate completely over the sexual desires in your bodies when you are together.” - Watchtower magazine, 11/1/81

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THE FIXX (AND HOW TO GET IT): PART II

Posted by on Oct 8, 2008 in Music, Paul's Basement | 0 comments

“In their music, popular groups are putting across fornication and drugs as a way of life... What possible meeting of the minds can there be between true Christians and the attitudes manifested in such lyrics and philosophy?” - Watchtower magazine, 1/15/83

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THE FIXX (AND HOW TO GET IT): PART I

Posted by on Oct 8, 2008 in Music, Paul's Basement | 2 comments

“Hey, you guys!” Eric shouts with barely-contained glee, “I think GENE SISKEL is going to be here tonight!”

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COACHELLA 2007 IN FRAGMENTS

Posted by on Oct 7, 2008 in Music, Paul's Basement, Travel | 0 comments

I imagined walking into Target a month hence, and seeing those cute young cashiers with their nose piercings and their low-slung jeans, and having to admit that I had bailed on the long-awaited reunion of Rage Against the Machine because I had a cold, and that humiliation was intolerable to me.

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