Fotos Of A Bugonia Rage
Hot damn Chloe sells, it’s possible to be both crazy and correct, and Porebny crushes glass.
I was contemplating on keeping today’s column relatively to the point but I always set out to be brief and I usually get sidetracked along the way. We’ll see how it goes but there are a number of reasons why I’m considering this, chief among them being Time. There is a whole slew of admin mulch that needs to get done this week/month pertaining to social media and portfolio stuff and betwixt that, the band, and togging stuff in order to feed the child, I’m not sure when exactly I might find time to breathe. And if I’m totally honest, I have become quite partial to that particular activity. Breathing, that is.
We recently shifted publication days from Mondays to Tuesdays…last week I think, primarily so as to allow for a little more headroom but now I’m eyeballing this Thursday post and considering its longevity. I would have quality over quantity any day and I posit that neither shall happen if I become any further out and/or burned. If I recall correctly, the original incarnation of this thing eventually levelled out as a two-posts-a-week type thing and if this iteration ends up being a version that occurs on Tuesdays and Saturdays? I could make peace with that.
Speaking of The Column That Was, I came upon this very shortly after the first wave of The Apocalypse and never found a chance to talk about it. ‘Hot Damn!’ by Chloe Sells is the book about the cabin that belonged to the guy by the girl who was his go-to and it’s every bit as beatnik ramshackle as that sounds. I have a feeling it ended up getting optioned during cut-up sessions for Album II and that’s about as far as it went at the time. I’ll mea culpa to being a total dilettante with literature that comes across my desk at times but please understand, that we are talking about volume and bandwidth and the period in which I came into possession of this particular copy was that period and that’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
there’s an equal dose of material that makes me pretty sure about where he would have stood
