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Detritus Verité

In which everyone acknowledges their debt to Frank Zappa. Do not be so eager for the end of the year 2000. The planets are in line. The statue has cried real blood, and the people of the village are exclaiming. And at the very least, it will be another ten years until it’s this easy […]

Detritus: The Only Good Thing About Tuesdays…

…is that I am one of the first people in New York City to get a fresh copy of the Village Voice. My dance studio’s right next door to the Voice, so even though my tango class at Sandra Cameron’s SUCKS (the teacher is repetitive and slow to the point where my mind wanders so […]