Since I started interviewing musicians about their favorite vacations, there’s been quite a bit of pressure on me to somehow incorporate visual artists. Well, after thinking about it for the past several months, I came up what I hope is a fruitful new series. It’s called “Art, Food, Sex and Trauma: Mark Maynard shoots the […]
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Art, Food, Sex and Trauma: Mark Maynard shoots the shit with the most important artists of our day… Episode 1: John Maggie
Posted in Ann Arbor, Art and Culture, Food, OCD, sex, Uncategorized Also tagged Allison Schulnik, anal sex, Andre Butzer, art, artists, Batman, butt sex, Catholicism, creative process, dandruff, Death, decay, depression, Desert Island Books, disease, editing, fear, flip books, glitter, ground beef drifting at the bottom of a pool, guilt, Hamtramck, Heather Benjamin, Hieronymus Bosch, In Print, interviews, Johnny Apricot, Johnny Fairydust, Johnny FairydustJohn Maggie, Jonathan Rajewski, Jonny Deeper, Kanye West, Keanu Reeves, Keith Richards, Klinger Street Studios, marriage, Matthias Grünewald, Melissa Dettloff, MOCAD, nightmares, Pink Maggie, pizza, poop, pooping, pooping wizard, pooping wizards, Printed Matter, Publican Quality Meats, R. Kelly, shame, snorting the dead, Vault of Midnight, Vinnie Massimino, violent imagery, wastefulness, Work Gallery 7 Comments
Jeff Kay’s first novel, Crossroads Road
Over the years, I’ve mentioned my friend Jeff Kay here a few times. He and I got to know one another, trading our zines through the mail in the mid-90’s, and, then, at some point later in the decade, we met up in LA and became friends. He was married, with two kids, and working […]
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Happy Halloween
My friend Dan just called from Minneapolis. He’s lonely. He’s sitting at home, sad, alone, in the dark, surrounded by candles, dressed like Edgar Allan Poe, and waiting for trick-or-treaters to ring his bell. So, this goes out to him. I’m not in costume today. I was yesterday, though. I went to work as Richard […]