First, there was rock ‘n’ roll. And then there was Lester Bangs, a one-man-fan-machine who taught rock ‘n’ roll to give a damn about itself. Consider what you’re about to read a love story between a man and his music. Read on, Reader!
1. The strong sense that you have no idea how to pack your bags and put yourself on a plane to get to the destination of your vacation even though you have been on vacation before: Read on, Reader!
The Husband: If gangs could, you know, solve mysteries instead of fighting, then everything would be all right! Like the Sharks and the Jets, if they could just solve mysteries as a gang, like a gang of mystery solvers, instead of dancing and stabbing, then the world would be… less full of holes. And therefore less mysterious. But I can’t explain that part yet. (Looks into the distance.) It has something to do with snacks. Snacks as a goal. Read on, Reader!
History AND philosophy AND a catchy tune from the ’80s?
I know. It’s almost too great. Read on, Reader!
You read Virginia Woolf. You read Hermann Hesse.
You swim, word-weighted,
through the aqueous shadows
of a late afternoon. Read on, Reader!
Did you read that thing? Read on, Reader!
Yeah, it’s kinda like that.
And when they come home, they say—
I love you, baby. Read on, Reader!
Two books, four pairs of jeans, six black t-shirts, long waterproof mackintosh. Read on, Reader!
I can see her eyes
looking from the page
of a magazine. Read on, Reader!
There is a problem with history that cannot be fixed. The problem is that history itself is not a fixed idea. Read on, Reader!
And I’ll do it again. And I’ll do it again. Read on, Reader!
Of all the instruments Moondog played, he didn’t seem to want to learn how to play the big blatty trumpet of self-publicity with his lovely artist friends in New York. Moondog was busy learning to be Moondog. Read on, Reader!
Sun drenched and glowing by the unoffended light— where nothing goes down without a fight Read on, Reader!
In The Husband’s version of Dune, Helen Hunt gets hit with a phantasm dart. Read on, Reader!
Bluebird is from Dune, The Husband is from Hanna Barbara. Read on, Reader!
The Involuntary Kafooey Response pictured above is the result of a anomalous genetic quirk interacting with a single-instance of site specific absurdity. (AKA, someone is making up a bunch of baloney.) Read on, Reader!
This refrigerator is the first brand new ‘fridge I have ever owned. Read on, Reader!
Dorothea Lange stands in her studio that morning in 1933 with a wary eye on the street. Read on, Reader!
Stand up on your two feet, baby!
That’s how it’s got to be!< Read on, Reader!
Heat and humidity conspired for an afternoon to create a veil of dense, warm air around our heads. We walked in murky clouds. Read on, Reader!
I don’t know how to leave my house without a big ruckus. Read on, Reader!
I just needed to make a phone call. That’s how the whole thing started. Read on, Reader!
You had no idea this day was coming, but, boy oh boy, I did. Read on, Reader!
Here’s the hard truth about writer’s block as I had to learn it: You’re going to have to write anyway. Read on, Reader!