creem

i just penned a review of a book about the bible of my misspent yoof, creem magazine. in the fullness of time, you'll be able to read it on the i-94 bar. since 2001, creem has had a second life as a website, one which i've not spent a lot of time on. could be 'cos the content's not exactly easy to access; try starting here.

tonight i went huntin' and found some of the good stuff -- like lester bangs' immortal review of what some kid i was talking to at the chat room the other night allowed "might just be the greatest album of all time": the stooges' funhouse. (i told him thar ain't no "might just be" about it;" read st. lester's rant here and here. sure, it's been anthologized in psychotic reactions and carburetor dung, but if you haven't read it already, do it now. preferably while listening to the album.)

inspahrd by all of this, tonight my sweetie 'n' i watched the greatest rock 'n' roll film you'll prolly never see, mc5: a true testimonial. if you ever get the chance, view it. hembree sez he has ten times already.