90s

Rachael’s Not Scared! Texas Frightmare is All That and a Bag of Severed Limbs!

Festivals are normally my go-to events, not conventions. I’ve been to the Toronto International Film Festival, New York Film Festival, Tribeca, Milwaukee Film Festival, Philadelphia Film Festival, and I’ve volunteered at Sundance for the past two years (and continue to do so). Each of these festivals, I go to dig deeper into all the genres…

SOUTHLANDER: Diary of a Mediocre Filmmaker

Watching Southlander: Diary of a Desperate Musician, I found myself asking the question: who is this for? For a movie that postures like a knowing in-joke, it’s really tough to identify who is supposed to be in on the joke. Struggling musicians? The hangers-on on the margins of Hollywood? Aspiring filmmakers? Director Steve Hanfts friends?…

Short, Dark, and Handsome

I woke today to the sad news of the death of Malik Isaac Taylor, better known as Phife Dawg, of A Tribe Called Quest. A critical part of not the group’s success, Phife was an important part of my music history. From the first time I heard Tribe’s music I was a fan, and they…

Not So Much Catastrophe

I miss the 90s. It was one of those decades where life just seemed infinitely more fun, especially for a 20-something hopelessly addicted to pop culture. We knew Jenny McCarthy as the smoking hot co-host of Singled Out, long before she became co-host of The View (oh Jenny, why?) We witnessed the birth of the…

Reflections of Classic Rock

Tonight, I had the privilege to speak with Slot 55 for nearly 20 minutes, only to have my phone crash just moments after they hung up. This happened after I assured Rich, their bassist and producer, that it was working perfectly. Luckily for all parties involved, I took notes after being screwed by technology when…