My chat with Jeremy T. Wilson, author of the damn fine short story collection, Adult Teeth. We talk about writing, mostly, and I talk way too much.
Part two of the chat with Eric Brunick. We get a bit drunk while discussing hangovers and how to get (and avoid) them, strange eating in New Orleans, Tom Waits (who we all, except for Jeff, love), Bob Dylan (who we all, except for Jeff, dislike), appreciating The Smiths in middle age, Bowie (my hero), the Mekons and how I embarrassed myself in front of them, Chicago as a great place to live if you love music and food, and other random bits.
Here’s the latest podcast featuring the inimitable Eric Brunick. This is two aging punk and noise music fans talking music as well as the hilarious nature of Kafka, the Twin Peaks reboot, the terrifying and beautiful music of the Swans, Melvins vs. Rolling Stones, Dead Can Dance’s fantastic Spotify station, noise music in general, Wild Turkey 101 Rye, the time I got my ass kicked at the first Lollapalooza, and Flavor Flav’s sad VH1 era, among other strong opinions. Also, Eric tries often to convert me to Katy Perry’s music, unsuccessfully.
Part two of my chat with the cousins, Mike and Joe. We talk about weed v booze, technology, and their past exploits in Las Vegas.
A family podcast wherein I chat with my cousins Mike and Joe over some Laphroaig scotch. We comment on language, our insane family, and how delicious scotch is (to me alone, apparently).
The last installment of my long as hell conversation with Chad Post. We discuss Roxanne Gay Twitter piling on Chad, the genius of Kathy Acker, how trends and brands are ruining art, and how whiskey is the highest human achievement.
The second part of my chat with Chad Post. We talk about James Joyce jerking off, how the internet makes me the worst version of myself, Chad catfishing the publishing world, and non-contextual outrage.
The first part of my conversation with Chad Post, publisher extraordinaire. We trash talk Kiss and Guns N Roses over Skype. We also talk about literature between sips of booze.