*boom* *bang* Why hello there, dearest Filthy Dreams readers! And happy 4th of July! What’s that? You weren’t sure if those were fireworks or gunshots? Me neither! Welcome to America in 2018! No matter which it was, pull up a lawn chair, grab a beer and let’s celebrate our centuries-long democratic experiment that seems to … Continue reading
Oh my God, ANOTHER Pride Parade?! What? Google has a banner up? More Absolut Vodka ads? Every corporation vying to spread the rainbow? Whew, I don’t know about you queens, but we here at Filthy Dreams are hiding behind bushes. We’re tired. *SIGH* How many years have we said that Pride is over? How many … Continue reading
After a seven-year hiatus, a Roy Orbison cover was not what I anticipated when looking forward to SSION’s new album O. Of course, an eerie version of the Lynchian crooner’s take on “Big As I Can Dream” was much appreciated. Continue reading
“I can’t give everything away,” were some of the final words heard from David Bowie on this planet on the final track of his last album Blackstar. And true to form, he really didn’t–remaining the man who fell to Earth as much as a mere man since his first inhabitation of the Bowie name until … Continue reading
How many imaginary dialogues with dead poets have you had lately? Multidisciplinary artist Félicia Atkinson recently orchestrated an experimental performance in dialogue with Francis Ponge’s “The Candle (La Bougie)” from his collection Le Parti Pris des Choses (Siding with Things) at ISSUE Project Room in Brooklyn. An incantation of sorts, Atkinson’s sonic dreamscapes are haunting … Continue reading
SSION’s Cody Critcheloe transforming into a blue fingernail-sporting, drag version of Liza Minnelli. performing Neil Young’s “Hey Hey, My My (Into the Black),” was a vision I didn’t know I needed. But I did. Desperately. Ever since the release of SSION’s new music video “At Least The Sky Is Blue,” which Critcheloe also directed, Marion … Continue reading
“I’m a man learning how to be a man’s man man,” growls Casey Spooner, finishing off the sleazy club anthem “Everything Is Just Alright,” which began with the description, “I smell the smoke, I smell the piss, I smell the anger,” an apparent reference to Nowhere Bar (I can attest–it fits). While a deceptively short … Continue reading
