Review: Acidandali – Plaga

I (Psicopatía para la justicia) ‘You must be Mr. Laurie. I’m Hugh Sholay, they sent me from Central.’ ‘Ah, yes, did they explain the process?’ ‘Yes, but if you still fancy giving me a tour of the place, please do.’ Mr. Laurie walks me through the old archival site. All the film cans from 1960 to 1980 are housed are, in a remote warehouse in … Continue reading Review: Acidandali – Plaga

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Overfloater – a short story

“So, how did you two meet?” “Oh, you know, like everyone else does. It was Easter, 1997. People on the beach were drinking heavy quantities of Pacifico and Indio. Back then, they were good beers, not the slightly acidic, watered down urine we are sold at the shops these days.” I wasn’t the best of swimmers, but I knew Miramar like the back of my … Continue reading Overfloater – a short story

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The Making of Dinner Music – Studio Diaries #4

-The Second Rehearsal- I had finally scored a bed. At this point I had shifted to the center room, and ended up managing to stake a claim to that room for a majority of the sessions. Joe was on the couch that morning. I tried not to wake him as I stumbled out of the bedroom into the kitchen/living room he slept in. I went … Continue reading The Making of Dinner Music – Studio Diaries #4

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Making Dinner Music: Studio Diaries #3

Chapter 3:  The First Rehearsal On the 3rd morning we all awoke very early. We had to drive Lauren to the train station so she could go back back home to KCMO. The Chicago train station wasn’t too far from out place, so we thought as an act of solidarity we’d all go and see her off. The train was departing at 7.30 am. So … Continue reading Making Dinner Music: Studio Diaries #3

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Making Dinner Music: Studio Diaries #2

Chapter 2: Darts and Tacos It hadn’t quite sunk in yet. I was sitting on the couch of our AirBnB with Joe, watching episode 1 of Vice Principals (during the sessions, this show and Stranger Things became our decompression shows after days in the studio). It didn’t quite feel real to me at this point. I was almost surprised to see them all the next … Continue reading Making Dinner Music: Studio Diaries #2

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The one that took a queue from Molly Anna’s Ghosts EP.

  See how the lights shine on their faces. A lamp betwixt, the barbarians revelling. “Give me the gun” I said, taking it from his old, stubborn hands. She was unaware. The danger spiralled as the noise intensified. She, her bandanna crowning her petite figure. A thousand armed monster almost obliterated her frailty, it was a horrorshow of which I was a part of. I was … Continue reading The one that took a queue from Molly Anna’s Ghosts EP.

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Short Story: Pulcata Romero

It’s another quiet Friday at Pulcata Romero. Once the great pride and joy of Los Remedios, Pulcata Romero saw its decline after the turbulent 1960s. The constant presence of criminal and ne’er-do-wells, the “quaint” factor of its gaudy decor and the terrible fame brought by films and tv were factors on its decline. Even so, it still had enough parishioners to keep afloat, managing to … Continue reading Short Story: Pulcata Romero

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Short Story: Restock in Oaxaca.

Editor’s note: this story is linked to Bonetti’s EP, Dos Mescal para vamanos, out now on The Audacious Art Experiment. Order here. I came in to the west, riding buses from state to town as far east as Tulum, Quintana Roo. The depot was filled with local hermanos, flamboyant sombreros and a blazing sun so wretched my eye was leaking, and a permanent squint ached … Continue reading Short Story: Restock in Oaxaca.

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Short Story: In these latitudes…

It’s the ankle. It’s always the ankle. It can be the left or the right, but one of them HAS to twist in the worst moment, when I’m in a big hurry and can’t lose any more time. Because, as Biffy Clyro once said, time’s what we don’t have. I hate walking this big stretch of land. This barren tarmac nightmare. The problem of living … Continue reading Short Story: In these latitudes…

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