Imagine the song “Black Myself.” Imagine me, a white guy, singing “Black Myself” with the windows rolled down. Imagine me rolling the windows up because I feel like I don’t deserve to sing “Black Myself.” Anyways, good song. Continue reading
Posted on June 3, 2021 …
“‘Sound Of Violence’ Is A Gory Mess That Never Hits The Emotional High Note”
“Sounds” an awful lot like derivative, inventive, but empty cacophony to me, emphasis on the “phony.” (Zing.) Continue reading
“Midwest Monsters: An Appreciation of Bill Rebane’s Spirited Schlock”
They sent me cheesy movies / the worst they could find / and then I sat and watched them all / and I enjoyed myself just fine Continue reading