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Posts tagged ‘not my favorite things’

Ghosts as sheet-sporting shades of the dead do not exist. Ghosts as unpleasant manifestations of past trauma totally do exist. In fact, my corpus is a veritable spookhouse of such entities, and their visitations have grown more frequent in recent years. Here’s a brief rundown of some of the more malevolent ones: The Flayed Knee […]

Although our living room has been reconfigured to accommodate my return to record collecting, space remains a pressing issue. It’s why only about a fifth of my older library got incorporated into the present one, and why I’ve turned to compilations and 7-inch singles for the sake of shelf-maximizing efficiency. The crunch has driven the […]

The mobile Discogs app has a feature where you can shake your device and it will throw up a random entry from your collection. I’m going to let it pick the subject of this installment, since I ‘m having trouble deciding upon one. Here goes, and…. Dammit, I’ve already done that one. The second try […]

I’ve learned over the years that childhood ownership of the Remco monster toys — either the Mego-scale dolls or Star Wars scale figures — conveys membership in a secret cult of Spooky Kids whose interests and practices transcend both space and time. Maura still has hers in our attic somewhere. Also, my maternal grandfather bought […]

I picked up the Bubblegum Crisis and VOTOMS manuals more out of interest in the licensed source material than anything else. I picked up Champions: The New Millennium because it happened to be racked next to those other two games. Okay, maybe there’s a little more to it than that. The third edition of Champions […]

The Warhammer franchises have always been about the “fluff,” those tantalizing snippets of worldbuilding used to spackle gaps in page layouts. Some of the most significant events in its fictional universes — such as the Horus Heresy and Age of Apostasy — grew out of these tantalizing bits of marginalia, and you’d be hard-pressed to […]

Smells like day-old bullshit

February 22nd, 2018

I didn’t care much for “grunge” music, even though we shared a cold climate slacker-punk wardrobe. In the fall of 1989, the ex-punk audiophile I worked with in the Choate Hospital kitchen spun Soundgarden’s Louder Than Love CD on a car stereo that cost more than the shitty hatchback that housed it. “It’s the ‘Seattle […]

(from the 11/12/1977 issue of Billboard) While the glitterati cavorted in a costumed coke-haze and New York’s finest tried to prevent a real-life disco inferno, an equally absurd scene was going down in the suburbs northwest of Boston. A downside of having an artist for parent is that you tend to find yourself serving as […]

By the end of the past spring, my K-Tel obsession had lost a good deal of its momentum. I’d already picked up the most obvious and essential compilations and my interest had started to drift toward cowpunk and Paisley Underground obscurities that went overlooked during my Nineties vinyl collecting days. The few K-Tel releases I […]

The autumn of 1988 was an oasis of calm before the impending shitstorm. My family’s dysfunctions had metastasized into a weird state of equilibrium. My mother was still a basket case and my father was still out of control, but there was a sense that the situation had leveled out just enough for me to […]

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