by A.J. Focht
The airwaves are going to get a lot less crowded over the course of the next year. Many long running TV shows are bowing out and opening up room for new series. Some big names including Smallville, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, and Entourage are currently in the process of wrapping up for good.
by SG’s Team Agony feat. Smythe, Leandra, and Casca
Let us answer life’s questions – because great advice is even better when it comes from SuicideGirls.
Q: I have a hell of an issue. I am engaged to be married in June of next year. I love my fiancé and he’s my best friend, but I have some internal conflicts that are itching at me.
First, I need more sex! I am afraid that our relationship will end up being a sexless marriage. We get down about once every two weeks or so. It’s boring and always the same. I have tried to spice it up, but he’s not very much into kinky things. I’ve lost my libido and haven’t been able to get in the mood for about two years now. He wants to have sex and he shows it, but I don’t know how to get my libido back. I’ve even talked to Dr. Drew on the radio and that wasn’t much help. I’m young and I shouldn’t have to schedule sex into my life as he suggested.
Second, I do not consider myself straight. I am sexually attracted to women too, but I am not interested in looking for relationships with women. I’ve had urges to go to gay clubs and enjoy myself and meet some females. My fiancé knows this and wants me to do what makes me happy, but to me this is cheating, even when this is approved by him. Is it bad to want to want to drift to the opposite sex for a fun time and then return back home for comfort and love? How do I satisfy him and myself?
by Brad Warner
That’s right! Here’s your chance to win a date with Brad Warner! You know he’s a dreamboat! You know he’s a famous author! Now here’s your golden opportunity to actually go on a real live date with Brad Warner! Where will you go on your date with Brad? Will he take you to his favorite Thai restaurant? Or perhaps you’ll go on a shopping spree to the comic book store! Who knows?
“All this meaningless, worthless input beamed into kids brains. Where is…”
– Todd Rutherford
Gram Rabbit is not your average band. They’re not writing the kind of boring, junk pop standards that you hear on the radio or see performed on the ubiquitous “Late Night” shows. Instead, the Joshua Tree-based band is constantly striving to push the boundaries of rock, pop, and electronic music.
Their first two albums, Music to Start a Cult to and Cultivation, were lyrically inspired and musically complex. Their third album, Radio Angel and the Robot Beat, plays like the soundtrack to a darkly-edged dance party, and offers the same adventurous variety of styles and sounds.
You can listen to some of the tracks on their website, then pick it up on CDBaby and throw your own “naked dance party.”
“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 Ryan Stewart
“There’s a trickster in my noggin.”
– Guy Ritchie
This week will see the release of Revolver, the latest cinematic neckbreaker from 39-year-old British helmer Guy Ritchie. His previous gangster films, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels and its follow-up, Snatch, were hailed as major events on both sides of the pond upon their release, and today are seen as cornerstones of a new film genre – the heightened-reality, super-kinetic gangster film, in which the most gruesome toughs and unlikely hoods imaginable all conspire in a near-comical, circle-jerk fashion to outdo each other and rack up the most impressive body count.
