Sunday, August 23, 2009


“One night I was with a chick, and we snorted coke all night. The next day we took a walk on the beach. As we were walking along, she said, ‘Rodney, did you mean all those things you said to me last night?’ I looked at her. I said, ‘Who are you?’”
—Rodney Dangerfield, It’s Not Easy Bein’ Me: A Lifetime of No Respect but Plenty of Sex and Drugs, 2004


“I'm a good believer in capitalism, which when you're making it is wonderful and if you're not, it fucks you and stabs your heart and rips your entrails out. Without money, you're dead in this society. When I had no money, I had nothing. Women didn't like me as much, I wasn't as charming. I was alone most of the time. Hookers never throw you a charity fuck and with shrinks I could not get therapy.”
Al Goldstein, Founder of Screw magazine

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Friday, August 21, 2009


"In a nation where deranged pressure groups fight for the removal of sexual education from public schools, and parents know so little about sex that they have to call Dr. Ruth on TV for answers to rudimentary anatomical questions, it would seem infinitely more responsible for these esteemed wives and mothers to demand a full-scale Congressional demystification of the subject.

Are we headed toward a time when descriptions of sexual behaviour in entertainment media can be obtained only by employing a lawyer to petition under the Freedom Of Information Act? Must all sexual practices in the United States be tested and approved by The Moral Majority? When they test them, do we get to watch?" —Frank Zappa, letter to President Reagan, Aug. 29, 1985

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

An Ulcerous Sore

"Let me look at the foulness and ugliness of my body. Let me see myself as an ulcerous sore running with every horrible and disgusting poison." —St. Ignatius of Loyola, Spiritual Exercises, 1548

Friday, August 14, 2009

The Gimp

"Ever see a hot shot hit, kid? I saw the Gimp catch one in Philly. We rigged his room with a one-way whorehouse mirror and charged a sawski to watch it. He never got the needle out of his arm. They don’t if the shot is right. That’s the way they find them, dropper full of clotted blood hanging out of a blue arm. The look in his eyes when it hit—Kid, it was tasty . . ."
Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs, 1959

Sunday, August 09, 2009

"I Choked Linda Lovelace"



"If you switch on television it's just ridiculous and it's destructive. It kills us. And talk shows will kill us. They kill our language. So we have to declare holy war against what we see every single day on television. Commercials and—I think there should be real war against commercials, real war against talk shows, real war against 'Bonanza' and 'Rawhide', or all these things."
Werner Herzog, Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe, 1980

Thursday, August 06, 2009

The Contender

Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead

Sunday, August 02, 2009

All Growns Up

Saturday, August 01, 2009

The Blues are Brewin'