Where have all the cowboys gone? I’ll wait for you to finish belting the rest of that song. It’s hard to resist Paula Cole’s 1990s classic, but if we suppress the urge to run to Sing Sing to furiously (and drunkenly) yodel, “Where is my John Wayne?” we can take her question seriously. I mean, … Continue reading
“And there appeared a great wonder in heaven; a woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her feet, and upon her head a crown of twelve stars: And she being with child cried, travailing in birth, and pained to be delivered… And she brought forth a man child, who was to rule all … Continue reading
It probably says something that Nick Cave mused about becoming a cult leader two nights in a row at New York’s Beacon Theatre. This tip of the hand happened at the start of “Balcony Man,” the final comedown song on the hallucinatory album Carnage, released last year with his musical partner-in-crime Warren Ellis, that also … Continue reading
Purgatory has been on my mind recently. Can you blame me? We’re yet again in another COVID surge, full of governmental gaslighting, confusing market-driven public health guidance, all the boosters you can stand, explosive fights over masks, tests, vaccines, remote work, and remote school, a president that seems to be increasingly addled, grocery and drug … Continue reading
Ho-Ho-Ho…OH, FUCK IT! We’ve had it with you, Earthlings! It isn’t bad enough that before long, we’re all going to be stuck living together in Michigan; or that COVID-19 has made idiots out of us all. Somehow, yet there remained the slightest glimmer of hope–that is, until we were subjected this week to nurses singing … Continue reading
Upside-down! Godzilla, baby, you turn me inside-out! And, round and round! Happy HALLOWREEN, Filthy Fools! Welcome to another installment of our annual descent into camp Hell: Filthy Dreams’ HALLOWREEN music playlist! For those of you keeping track, we’re on playlist, umm, number 8? 9? 7? Our playlists began as a riff on Tim Curry’s pronunciation … Continue reading
Just when you thought it was safe to go back outside, here we are again, Filthy Fools, with the latest round of our Trump Derangement Syndrome (TDS, for those of you who are counting) content! Every time we want to let go, he pulls us right back in–and why not, since we live for Trump … Continue reading
HBO’s documentary Woodstock 99: Peace, Love, and Rage, directed by Garret Price as a part of their Music Box series, seems to pose Woodstock ’99 as a seminal concert shitshow, like 1969’s Altamont, that somehow, in its dissolution into hormone-driven madness, which included chucking $4 water bottles at Wyclef Jean and The Offspring, rolling around … Continue reading
Happy Pride 2021! It’s finally safe to come out from hiding, fools! Rip off your masks, breathe the freedom in the air, and wave your Pride flags, be they Rainbow, Transgender, Progress, Bisexual, Pansexual, Asexual, Demisexual, Intersex, Bear, Rubber, Furry, or Non-Binary (we didn’t forget you, kiddos)! What about a flag for our community law … Continue reading
I wanna tell you about a girl… Ok, I had to. How else to start a tribute to Anita Lane, the enigmatic singer and songwriter with the otherworldly energy of a haunted Victorian doll and a quaalude-soaked childlike voice to match, other than a reference to the opening line of the song “From Her To … Continue reading