Chicago’s WXRT is taunting me. I’ve poked fun at them in the past about their playlist, using “Devil Inside” by INXS as an example of laziness and an ignorance of eclectic. Then last week during a few dial turns to 93.1 FM I came across “Devil” yet again. Twice. They’re in need of a song monitor…a song czar…to stop the insanity. Does anyone at the studio ever say, “shit, we’re playing this again?” Here’s proof of their ignorance. They’re celebrating their 40th anniversary this year. This weekend is the 80s flashback. Looking at their extended play list, at 11:30 p.m. Friday night they played David Bowie’s hit “China Girl.” There are a lot of great songs from the 80s, right? And plenty from Mr.…
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When I was watching Chicago recluse author Clive Javanski’s apartment the other weekend I came across a gem of an underground film in his collection. Ms. 45. A mute girl goes on a spree kill after sadly being assaulted twice in one New York day. This film is full of win. I’m not gonna go all Wikipedia on it, but it has some bizarre moments I’m cool to recall. Her gun jams when she tries to shoot “depressed bar guy,” but it misfires. DBG then takes the gun from her and shoots himself in the head. There’s the scene where she knocks off what looks like reject holdovers from The Warriors. The climatic ending at a Halloween party features a cast of dancing characters…
In the May issue of Chicago Magazine there’s a little “Taste Makers” section about things that local fashion designer Christina Fan loves. You can check out the issue to see what exactly she loves (there are some shoes, a briefcase, a gothic chair and some other cool stuff). I’m here to talk about what I love about Christina. First of all, I must apologize for the gobsmack picture. I have the magazine in front of me. I have no access to a decent camera or anything. I took it with my wank Blackberry. I’m at recluse author Clive Javanski’s Bucktown apartment. He’s away for the weekend and I’m in to feed his cat and some kind of fish. I’m drinking a Fat Tire. That’s…
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