The return of Everett True | 140. Beverly
I’m feeling fuzzy this evening. The meds must rilly be kickin’ in. Fuzzy and warm and like I’d been out huggin’ with the ladies. This morning I was feeling fuzzy too. I keep havin’ this same dream about a house, an apartment – with some weird secret passage that leads over the roofs, and an empty […]
Not one… but TWO open letters to the music industry
This blog entry is long overdue. After intense consultation with the other Collapse Board editors (not easy when there are so many, spread so far and wide), I was inspired to write it after reading photographer Pat Pope’s brave, discussion-provoking post on Louder Than War, An Open Letter to Garbage – which I wholeheartedly support. Think […]
