Bob Dylan’s new song not only articulates the madness that undermines the American experience, but supplies a certain kind of corrective, a tonic, for that kind of insanity.
Matt Hanson
Book Review: Clive James and the Rewards of Writing Poetry
English writer Ian Shircore’s book-length study gives Clive James’ poems the loving attention they deserve.
Coming Attractions: March 8 Through 24 — What Will Light Your Fire
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
Food Commentary: The Chicken Sandwich Wars — Political Food Fight Revisited
I confess that I was one of those schmucks who tried (and failed) to stay vigilant in my high-minded refusal to eat at Chick-fil-A.
Coming Attractions: February 23 Through March 10– What Will Light Your Fire
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
Book Review: “In the Land of Men” — A Woman in the Boy’s Club of Glossy Magazines
A victim Adrienne Miller is most certainly not: the self-portrait that emerges in her pages is of an accomplished, wise, wittily self-deprecating author of her own destiny.
Coming Attractions: February 9 Through 25 — What Will Light Your Fire
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
Coming Attractions: January 26 through February 11– What Will Light Your Fire
Arts Fuse critics select the best in film, dance, visual art, theater, music, and author events for the coming weeks.
Film Review: “What Did Jack Do? — David Lynch’s Amusing Monkeyshine
After rewatching What Did Jack Do? a few times, I still don’t really know what the hell I saw. But I decided that I don’t care, because I kept laughing my ass off anyway.
Rock CD Review: The First Punk Rockers? The Damned Release “Black Is The Night”
Melody is one of the things that keeps a song from floundering, no matter how in-your-face its rhythm and chord structure might be, which is something a lot of spunky punk bands tend to forget. The Damned always kept that well in mind.