Picture this: Walter fucking Cronkite, the most trusted voice in American living rooms, on New Year‘s Eve 1965, serving up Piero Heliczer’s Venus in Furs with the Velvet Underground grinding through Heroin while Heliczer honks away on saxophone like some deranged angel. On CBS. On network television. Before the ball drops. This wasn’t some slick […]
Continue Reading →The Voice from the 10th Row
The great ones don’t teach you a damn thing. Not directly. They just sit there in the tenth row and call out the truth until you stop flinching. Carl Weber sat in that tenth row for Brecht. He sat in it for Kushner. He sat in it for me. The man watched the most radical […]
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