Jay Allen Sanford 10 p.m., Aug. 24
May 30, 1985, page 16 The Last Wrestling Piece (new packaging for the old crowd pleaser)
July 10, 1986 Richard Meltzer's Navy (part 1)
July 17, 1986 Richard Meltzer's Navy (part 2)
March 24, 1988 The Unbearable Rightness of Roger Hedgecock
March 31, 1988 Roger Revisited (Hedgecock part 2)
March 2, 1989, page 34 Where the Hideous Meets the Insidious" (Horton Plaza)
Dec. 14, 1989, page 16 I, Santa (Meltzer plays Mr. Claus)
March 15, 1990, page 8 Housepets I've in All Likelihood Killed or Maimed
July 12, 1990 Too Carlsbad for Words
Nov. 1, 1990, page 10 Canvas City, Here I Come (books on boxing)
March 14, 1991 A Tale of Two CDs (Coltrane, Fugs, rock criticism)
Nov. 7, 1991, page 15 Sloppy Seconds (part of dumpster diving story)
May 7, 1992 Golf in the Age of Anxiety
July 30, 1992 Fade to Grey (author's health worries)
March 11, 1993, page 28 End without End (friendship, death, music)
Dec. 23, 1993, page 30 Meltzer Family Christmas Beer Bust
June 30, 1994, page 30 Slayer Planet (parting with records)
Dec. 15, 1994, page 36 Beat Lit Writ Large
March 16, 1995, page 46 Arnold, O.J., and the Brain from Planet Arous
May 4, 1995, page 38 Barfly (Charles Bukowski)
Sept. 21, 1995, page 40 Soundtrack for Reading My Novel
May 2, 2002, page 36 Autumn Rhythm (geezerhood)
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By the time Cameron showed up, Rolling Stone was little more than a highwater marker for self-effacing, slave-drudge careerism: the most conspicuous place, nationally, to have your copy butchered, your ideas reshaped to fit the moment’s market-driven party line.
There’s nothing wrong with this — it’s great. Oh, okay — so what izzit? Two guys playing, well, one of ’em’s on saxophone, two saxes actually — soprano and baritone — and the other on ...
CD review: The Magnificent Meatsticks, MP3.com You can download all of this from www.mp3.com/magmeat, including a little ditty called “Richard Meltzer Is My Fucking Hero” — I kid you not. But it couldn’t be me ...
Perhaps it’s a question of semantics, who knows, but I feel incredibly relieved to be done with “family,” “home” — these are things you grow up to leave and be done with, at least as ...
Memory at 33⅓ RPMs
Things we’ve saved and saved and SAVED. For all the stupid reasons you or I or anybody saves things. You can’t take them “with you,” not all, not any, but chances are what’s left is ...
Ah-one, ah-two, ah-three: Countdown to oblivion in Lawrence Welk land
While some may harbor Welk values in general, they can't hack the music nohow — so to avoid taking any chances, to be demographically safest, there is simply no Welk music at the resort.
in which the former mayor and the author continue their exhaustive inquiries into politics, rock and roll, and more.
No reason to blow-by-blow the cheesygame. Every other question, it seems, involves the Moody Blues or Eric Carmen. And every question, every question Roger gets — even “Which group sang ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’?” — he gets wrong.
An exhaustive inquiry into EVERYTHING
As we start talkin', I notice, for the first time since initially laying ears on him, that Roger's voice is notvibrating with that — whatcha call it? — radio resonance. Which, it’s about time, puts me at relative ease.