V.23 No.46 | 11/13/2014
Rooster Roundabout: This week’s music highlights
By Mark Lopez [ Fri Nov 7 2014 3:36 PM ]
Writer Mark Lopez muses on FKA Twigs’ Fallon performance, Loretta Lynn’s upcoming records and a new video by Die Antwoord.
V.23 No.12 | 3/20/2014
Not Here, But Almost
Review by Lisa Barrow
The body of water that snakes through Alessandro Sanna’s The River isn’t Albuquerque’s Rio Grande, but it almost could be.
V.22 No.50 | 12/12/2013
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #325: When I Met Madonna Inside a Glass Building
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Tue Dec 10 2013 12:21 PM ]
I park my truck on a hill and go into an art gallery. I am joined by three beautiful girls. The tall, loud blond is their leader. She ridicules the paintings for a while and we leave. As I follow them out, the proprietor pleads with me in a humorous Scottish brogue to please buy a painting for my wife. Before I can say anything, he answers for me defiantly: "No, of course not!" The girls wait for me outside, standing against a short chain link fence in the sun. I reenact the encounter for them. They all laugh. We now must cross a muddy river flowing in a deep ravine to get back to our cars. I lead the way, slipping down the muddy bank. I walk upstream for a while to rinse off the mud. My pale blue jeans are all wet but nearly clean. Back on the street, I am confused by the roads and am unable to find my truck. I enter a large glass building. Inside, I see that the doorways are like bulkheads on a battleship. I enter through a doorway at the end of a long a hallway and find myself in a large room with another bulkhead doorway leading out into the same hallway. Here, I am approached by Madonna, who has gained some weight. She leads me to her bed. I worry that someone will come through the door.
V.21 No.22 | 5/31/2012
Rowdy’s Dream Blog #251: I try to swim back to my boat.
By Brutus De Cervantes [ Tue May 29 2012 11:17 AM ]
I leave my small boat to backstroke up the river. The river is suddenly crowded with boats. I try to swim back to my boat to retrieve my wallet. I climb out at a bridge and meet my pals P and R. P lies sprawled in an open cooler full of ice. The river is now bone dry.
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