The Modern GOP is Just a Micro-Version, the Display Model, of the American Dream’s Pyramid Scheme, By Steve Stav

The modern GOP is just a micro-version, the display model, of the American Dream’s pyramid scheme… Con people into it (often thru religion/family values, a sharp contrast to Europe’s workforce) and as those few who figure out they’ve been had, bow out or die, more are added to the pile, the bottom of the pile. …

Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 9 – A Novel of London, Romance, Punk Rock and French Girls From Brest, By Holly Homan

Chapter Nine I returned and told Keith about my conversation with my mother. “Move in with me. My trust fund can support us both.” “My parents would send the gendarmes if I did that. We have to do something, though. I’m not moving back to France.” “I hope this doesn’t interfere with our trip to …

How I Spent MY SOUNDFEST VACATION – PART 3 – Pascal Briggs, Hanover Saints, My Life in Black and White, Tim Barry, The Swinging Utters, Stiff Little Fingers, By Holly Homan

Back at El Corazon for Sunday and the final night of my three-day stint covering the Soundfest punk shows, although the first artist was hardly punk. Pascal Briggs, looking much like a young Woody Guthrie, is a poet singer with an electric/acoustic guitar. He had had very nice poetry, but there was nothing that wowed …

How I Spent MY SOUNDFEST VACATION – PART I – Koozbane, Dreadful Children, Retox, Reagan Youth, The Avengers and Jello Biafra – By Holly Homan

Friday night landed me at Club Neumos in Seattle’s illustrious Capitol Hill Neighborhood. This is about the third or fourth time I’ve been in this club and I swear it’s different every time. This time the layout was perfect. There’s a huge dance floor and a large loft with the bar and a sweeping view …

Rodin, Rotten, Jones & Us – Chapter 6 & 7 – A Novel of London Romance, Punk Rock and French Girls From Brest By Holly Homan

Chapter Six I groaned. “Who is it?” I yelled without rising. “British Telecom,” came a muffled voice. Keith looked relieved, grabbed a cigarette from atop the dresser and lit it before leaving the bedroom. “I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” I heard a man’s voice say. “Yeah, I work late nights. What can I do …