The derivative curse
Composers who try to avoid it are to doomed to be it
Garrett Harris 5 p.m., July 25
Adam Parfrey
Parfrey Wrote the HELL.A. column and occasional feature stories in the 1990s for the Reader.
Articles by Adam Parfrey
God, Christ, Satan, or Con?
San Diegans Worship a Miracle Man
It is like baking a cake. I stir, I knead, I pound, I twist, I bake you. I drawn you in tears I scorch you in sobs. I make you a sweet and crisp, an ...
A Revolution of Small Guns
On this chill evening, a mere fortnight before a Trilateralist named Clinton got the nod, American-built cars of substantial steel pull up in front of Lakeside’s Harvest Christian Fellowship. The bumper stickers say it all: ...
Citizen Keane: The Saucer Eye Orphans Have Lost Their Father
The big-eyed kids suffer a painful paternity suit
Keane kids were the true pop art, much more a mass phenomenon than Warhol’s Brillo boxes or Lichtenstein’s exploded comics.
San Diego, My Lovely
On the noir side of town
Stretching east of 30th Street, the Mid-City mesa has for decades been a Gasoline Alley wasteland of car washes, card parlors, dinky pink bungalows: low-rent neighborhoods whose obscurity is secured by distance from freeway off-ramps.
