Props to my old lecturer, once-editor of Loose Lips Sink Ships, writer for Careless Talk Costs Lives, The Melody Maker, NME, The Guardian, Plan B and many more, Stevie Chick, and his latest biography of Black Flag, Spray Paint The Walls.
It looks awesome.
Glen E. Friedman seems to think it makes the cut too. Check his blog here.
Which brings me quite nicely round to the most exciting thing that’s happened in my world recently… my interview with Henry Rollins currently on the HUCK website.
Cool.
I’ve been reading his Straight Talk Espresso blog on the Vanity Fair website and it is awesome.
Me and Ells particularly like the one about Ann Coulter.
Extract:
“I am not seeing as much of Ann Coulter as I used to. Don’t get me wrong, we were not “seeing” each other; she doesn’t even know I exist. My heart aches over this, you have no idea how much.
There is not enough room here for me to list even a fraction of the fantasies I have entertained that involve Ann. Not your run-of-the-mill stuff, either. I don’t want to stand naked and trembling as she walks around me, berating aspects of my anatomy she finds to be less than adequate. I don’t want my Ann to make me bark like a dog or drop and give her twenty. I can, however, see her in a wet T-shirt and a thong … washing my car. Why, I wish she was here right now, cleaning the windows.
It took months, years actually, for me to focus my attentions toward any other female conservative pundit than my Ann. So many nights I spent thinking of her fixing my roof or rolling the trash cans down to the street before locking herself into a cage at the back of my compound! All was going well on the whole forget-Ann front when she came crashing back into my life several hours ago.
My Ann was on Fox News with Geraldo Rivera. These two tele-titans were enlightening millions with their punditry par excellence when the topic turned to citizens bringing guns to events where our president is appearing. “More guns, less crime,” said my Annabananamarzipana, punching big gaping holes in my “Less guns, less crime” idea, part of my “No Bang, More Fun Theory.” Mr. Rivera nearly ate his mustache! This was about the time when my Ann said, “By the way, I’m more likely to be shot than the president.”
Girl, don’t you start! Don’t you ever think that you are more likely to be shot than our president or anyone else! Ann, darling, we need you! I need you more than fundraising Christian zealots need same-sex marriage! Even if some awful person out there wanted to assassinate you, think of all the people who would gladly throw themselves in front of that bullet. There’s at least one, with health care and good to go! Take it easy, hot thang!
Oh Ann, I wish I could quit you!”
- Henry Rollins.
Hahahahaha.
