by Aaron Colter
The last couple of posts have been, let’s say, overtly political. (That sounds better than calling them giant fucking tantrums about those in power and the idiots of the world.) So this week, you lucky bastards, it’s just a list of cool shit reminiscent of my first post.
You’re welcome.
by Mur Lafferty
SuicdeGirls presents the first installment of our brand new Fiction Friday series, Marco and the Red Granny, which is brought to you by SG columnist Mighty Mur a.k.a. cyber commentator Mur Lafferty.
Marco and the Red Granny is set in a not-so-distant future where an alien species has transformed the moon into the new artistic center of the universe, where the Sally Ride Lunar Base soon gains the nickname “Mollywood.” These aliens can do amazing things with art and the senses, allowing a painting, for example, to stimulate senses other than sight. When someone asks a starlet, “Who are you wearing?” she could as easily say “J.K. Rowling” as she could “Gucci.”
“We have chemistry that you spend your entire career trying to find.”
– James Michael, Sixx: AM
In Los Angeles, the music industry is more than just a business. For some it’s a game, a l’enfant terrible experiment of intoxicating proportions. For others, it’s an asylum. It’s a labyrinth of lunatics, all lost amongst themselves and all scrambling for something to protect them from the deafening roar of self-destruction. All too often drug addiction becomes the mute button. As Motley Crue’s Nikki Sixx details in The Heroin Diaries, it’s an industry that is mysterious and beautiful, as well as shattering, and one whose battles get waged right here, in our hearts, and often at the expense of our own artists.
by Blogbot
The Sunset Strip’s Viper Room hosted a soirée to celebrate the release of Game author Neil Strauss‘ latest, a rock & roll interview anthology-cum-self help book entitled Everyone Loves You When You’re Dead.
The superstar scribe, who’s penned biographical bestsellers with the likes of Mötley Crüe (The Dirt), Dave Navarro (Don’t Try This at Home) and Marilyn Manson (Long Hard Road Out of Hell), nearly missed his own party thanks to a line of 300 fans who showed for a signing earlier on in the evening at The Grove’s Barnes & Noble.
Though Strauss missed excellent sets from local rockers No More Kings and DTLA’s comical Weekend Pilots, he did make it just in time to see burlesque artist (and Lucha VaVOOM producer) Rita D’Albert shake her last tassel, before unlikely ladies man Har Mar Superstar took over the stage. True to form, Har Mar (the sexed-up R&B alter ego of one Sean Matthew Tillmann) got rid of his clothes as he got the room moving – and SuicideGirls was there to photograph the party in his pants (see images after the jump).
In the previous installments of our futuristic fiction series, Please Use Rear Exit, Mikhail, who recently x-ed his GF (Katya), ventures out for his first major post-break up night on the tiles with the boys. Meanwhile, Katya is similarly “enjoying” a night out with the girls. However, though the no-longer happy couple are experiencing separate but parallel nights out, they exist in the same universe, so there’s a chance their worlds will collide at some point. Unfortunately for Mikhail, the collision comes just as he strikes up a promising conversation at the bar with an intriguing female called Bridget.
Katya peaked around Jayson and smiled bashfully before striking a weird pose in some joke of a gesture. Whether it was intuition or the knowledge that he had ignored all those calls after breaking her heart or that Katya was just that transparent, Mikhail didn’t know, but he certainly knew that his ex was fucking furious. Her surprise and subsequent movements were aggressive, even as anyone else would probably perceive them as playful…Katya was livid.
32-year-old model Mia Tyler comes from rock royalty. The fashion designer, actress, author and now music manager is the daughter of Aerosmith front man (and American Idol judge) Steven Tyler and the late-Warhol muse and Bowie video chick Cyrinda Foxe (she and Tyler sustained a rocky marriage from 1978-1987). But, Mia is a rebel of her own making. She stands for living out loud – and loving your body exactly as it is! *That’s not to say she doesn’t have some amazing body mods!*
An advocate of “plus-size” modeling, she’s appeared on the runways of New York and Paris and in Vogue. As she says, “Beauty comes in all shapes, sizes, and packages. Including ME!”
I had an exclusive interview with the bold brunette – and she had some revealing insights about female friendships, forging your own path and her favorite pastime with sister, Liv.
Read (and rock) on…
“I grew up understanding the Bible to be myth.”
-Michael Moorcock
Michael Moorcock is among the greatest of all writers alive today – irrespective of genre. Alan Moore wrote, in his introduction to Moorcock’s Into the Media Web, “Look up the word ‘author’ in a dictionary and you’ll find a photograph of Michael Moorcock.”
At an age when most are barely learning to drive, Moorcock wrote and edited for magazines. He first attained fame (and notoriety) during his legendary tenure as the editor of the science-fiction magazine New Worlds from 1964 to 1971, and was the center of what many called the “New Wave” of science-fiction writers.
The material New Worlds published was often politically radical and wildly experimental, more William S. Burroughs than Robert Heinlein (who, in fact, called it a “‘sick literature’ of ‘neurotics’ and ‘sex maniacs”).
