Michael Franklin Remembers Lou Reed

And back at the Wilshire, Pedro sits there dreaming He’s found a book on magic in a garbage can He looks at the pictures and stares up at the cracked ceiling “At the count of 3,” he says, “I hope I can disappear and fly fly away…”                 …

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In The Throes: John Moreland

I met a friend of mine for drinks at Red Door East (Nashville) a few months back. We had a great time, but grew weary of the atmosphere, and a bit hungry. He suggested an “authentic” Mexican joint, El Jalicience. I reluctantly agreed, as there’s no authentic Mexican in Nashville. On the way there, he…

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