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Volume One in Courtney Love's new manga graphic novel series. . .

When Europeans are caterwauling about American treatment of its minorities or Australian mistreatment of its indiginous, they conveniently leave out the fact that they commonly LOATHE AND DESPISE gypsies. “Oh, that’s different,” they say, “gypsies really do suck ass.” When we were in Madrid in ’92, my brother and I …

I am a big fan of conceptual art – I LIKE being forced to rethink the ontological staus of objects and my unexamined assumptions by daring and jarring contextual juxtapositions and other such similar theoretical theorizing. My own best art uses “found” objects (audio and physical) as creative fodder. But …

"Kate Bush crossed with Brian Eno" might hint at what to expect here, but it wouldn't convey the full range of musical idioms blended by this duo.

By any reasonable measure the American medal count is impressive as hell, leading its closest rival Russia by 23 medals as of Friday morning. The lead at the moment in golds is only 28 to 25 over China, but the total medal lead over China is about 30, and recall …

This would be Mia Hamm's last significant competition and what a way to go out.

Possibly divine phone call preempts domiciliary roadkill scenario: Mary Dhume was watching television Monday night when the phone in the next room rang. She got up to answer it, but there was no one at the other end of the line. Suddenly, she heard breaking glass and saw her living …

Jake Shimabukuro is one ukulele-playing mofo. I am totally pissed I didn’t find out about this guy before our Tiki party last weekend. He sounds like a freaky combination of instrumental Poi Dog Pondering and the South Pacific side of Bela Fleck: breezy and melodic, but intricate and forceful as …

Brad Wilson is a proud practitioner of the wall-of-sound variety of blues-rock. His first solo CD opens with a straight blues, “Black Coffee At Sunrise,” but most of the LA rocker’s songs (he wrote all thirteen) are in the blue-eyed tradition of the Allmans and Lynyrd Skynyrd, with a solid …

I mean, damn. This review of the phinal Phish weekend is either the most pretentious noodling hippieshit nonsense I’ve ever read, or I’ve been Helen Keller for the last 20 years. About 20 years ago, Trey Anastasio left Burlington with his dog Marley and moved into a sparse West Charleston …