What follows below is the first chapter of a novel I have had fermenting in my brainpan for some time. Provisionally titled Midsummer Punk, it’s based on the summer I struck out on my own, ending up in Los Angeles just as the Punk music scene there was beginning to assert itself. Continue reading
Hello all, and hope you’re as excited about Tad’s new, imminently launched Bobby Dollar series as I am. Meantime, your Grottomaster has been busy as well. Continue reading
To quote a favored, silly-serious culture hero of both your humble Grottomaster and Mr. Otherland himself : ‘life’s like that, isn’t it?’ Continue reading
In which we catch up with M. L. Heath in his latest Grotto report: “…Through perseverance, talent and the odd bit of luck, I have managed to sink grapples and stakes into a section of the rockface of the Fourth Estate that I’ve hacked away at for…jeez, how long is it? Ages, eons…parsecs?” Continue reading
Well into the first month of a New Year, Your Reporter finds himself cold-sick and sniffling, having sacrificed yet another six dollar brolly to the rainswept side streets of Lower Pacific Heights; a being of relative penury and lack of … Continue reading
In the words of Sly Stone, ‘heard ya missed me, well I’m back’: although, thankfully, my living situation is not of the four-wheeled, camper-van variety in which the profligate Mr. Stewart now unfortunately resides. What follows is my contribution to the mother of a fanzine that is the 300th issue of The Drink Tank. Continue reading
So then: yet another nabbed opportunity for your correspondent, to mark time before it marks his only occasionally sorry self. And have we ever charged, trucked, slumped and galumphed manfully along since our last installment: through the cruel into the … Continue reading
Just wanted to put up a brief note to alert all Bay Area readers of the Grotto to an event I’m involved in… You are invited to spend an evening at one of SF’s coolest recent additions to the performance … Continue reading
So then: another month (albeit on the short side); another year. Same old me mas o menos, still attempting entertaining proseology while succeeding at winnowing away at the compressed artifacts of past and present culture glutting ye olde Grotto. And … Continue reading
Yes, I know, been A While once again. What can I say? Time flies when you’re a fruitfly or, erm, something like that. Been doing a lot of reading, though. Just like Ringo in A Hard Day’s Night being upbraided … Continue reading