RAAB Radio #55: A Rainy Waste of Time in SF
[Grace Jones’ wedding dress, part of an exhibition on postmodernism at the VAM.] As you probably know by now, I spend (nearly) every Saturday night from 10pm-midnight DJing a radio … Continue reading
RAAB Radio #43: Animal Instincts
Hallelujah party animals, there is a “wild” (sorry) new edition of Ribbon Around a Bomb Radio available for streaming or download over at Radio Valencia. My cheesy theme for the … Continue reading
Arts Bombast: No Wave Film
Gallery 98 just opened an online exhibition of photographs, posters, and other ephemera from No Wave film. The exhibition features rare materials from the films of Amos Poe, Beth B … Continue reading
Lit Bombast: The Need to Feed
Lydia Lunch performs, utters, radiates, and yes, consumes intensity. Whether it’s in the form of screeching vocals, convulsive stage antics, or in this case, vigorous flavors, everything the woman does is … Continue reading
Arts Bombast: William Keihn
William Keihn’s updated approach to the classic psychedelic aesthetic has me totally rethinking my normal aversion to bright colors and hallucinatory imagery. Maybe it’s because this reminds me more of … Continue reading
RAB Radio #36: Bitchschool
My musical confederates: A new Ribbon Around a Bomb podcast is available for streaming or download. [Lydia Lunch] In this week’s installment, DJ Ashtray and I are joined by local … Continue reading
In the Mood For… Artists as Consumers
And now for something completely different. Yesterday I talked about the evils of capitalism and consumerism. Today, I want to share a fantastic feature that NME did back in the … Continue reading
Final Abyss: 13 Questions for Jeri Cain Rossi
[Your Funeral single 1982- “I Want To Be You/Final Abyss” Back to Front: Karen Sheridan, Cleo Tilde, Jeri Cain Rossi.] Despite my internet-creeping, post-punk Renaissance woman Jeri Cain Rossi kindly … Continue reading
Noisegasm: Lydia Lunch at the Verdi Club
Lydia Lunch is a force of nature. A tempest of sex, noise, booze, and wrath. Lucky for me, San Francisco was directly in the path of the storm called RetroVirus: … Continue reading