Campaign Death Watch BeginsIt’s the time when preprimary winnowing gets serious, and Kamala Harris’s campaign has the bad luck to get seen cutting back on staff.
Donald Glover Is Your Neo-Michael Jackson
The tag line on Donald Glover’s Village Voice interview is “The comedian/writer/emo rapper is on a collision course with stardom. The only […]
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ByGeoffrey Gray
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Bourdain’s ‘Spin’ Essay Is Pretty Thin SoupNo offense to one of our favorite writers, but Anthony Bourdain’s stories are starting to become as rehashed as the specials he warned us against ordering in Kitchen Confidential.. Yes, Tony, we know that during the year 1977, you were shooting up, listening to punk, and hitting the after-hours clubs — as we’re reminded in this essay in the latest issue of Spin. And we know about “the bathroom of CBGB, awash in turds, glassine bags, condoms, and used works.” (This may have been what Paul Levy meant about bravado-filled writing.) We’ll say this, though: Even if Bourdain’s essay doesn’t say anything new (couldn’t he have at least looted his boss’s charcuterie during the blackout?), the piece is worth a look just for the photo of the man sporting a machete and locks reminiscent of Howard Stern. We can just imagine the “bitter, delicious taste of heroin in the back of [his] throat”!
Eat to the Beat [Spin]
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