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 →