Who's Performing and How and When to Watch Hi, This Sat., Feb. 17, at 12:00 p.m., we'll be celebrating our annual Presidents Day weekend event, the Welcome to Boog City 17.5...
Artist's StatementMy visual art investigates intersections between the seen and heard, and the past’s implications for the future. It derives energy from the hidden overlaps of public, private, and secret...
by Jonathan BergerPhoebe Kreutz Ma’am of Action Lose/Lose Records Somebody once told me that time keeps on slipping into the future, and this applies to AntiFolk artist Phoebe Kreutz as...
Pinball History, or, “You Can Say That Again” The idea for “the Franklin stove” was born in an act of subterfuge, on a blustery winter day in the pine barrens...
John Constantine Cons the Three Lords of Hell, and an Angel or Two O Weirdness– It’s always another demon, innit, or god or angel chirping hallelujahs, peddlin’ their...
the days peel off slowly as the doves come to drink in the pool water making that light chest moan as they fly (remembering Cudjoe Key) Come see Sarah read...
The Four Horsemen, you’ll notice, aren’t even riding horses. War rides a red Vespa, dented, side-swiped,bristling with spikes. Pestilence staggers forthon rollerblades, stop-start, like a jaggedcough. Famine comes slowly on a...
Here's a poem I wrote in 1991 and 1992, back when I was 24 and 25. Enjoy. garysomething by David A. Kirschenbaum I just saw Gary on thirtysomething dieand right...