Last September we hit you with part one of our best music videos ever, featuring Death in Vegas, The Prodigy and Pop Will Eat Itself. Powerful stuff, to say the least. Today […]
VerseDay: Poetry really does matter

On Wednesday, I “officially” became a journalist. Through the encouragement of several of my fellow Scrogues here, and my work on a number of issues that I’ve published here, I was accepted […]
The best moment of the night
Once is a film that deserves more, so much more. A truly independent effort built around music and characters whose authenticity simply bursts off the screen and fills your heart, this movie […]
Verse Day: Whitman, America, and our democratic process

You cannot really understand America without Walt Whitman – Mary Smith Whitall Costelloe, friend of the poet.He is America’s poet…. He IS America – Ezra Pound The greatest American poet is Walt […]
The writers' strike is over, and the writers have (largely) won
By Martin Bosworth It’s official–the three-month writer’s strike has come to an end, with 92.5% of the Writer’s Guild of America (WGA) voting to get back to work after an agreement was […]
Buster Keaton, Johnny Depp: genius across the decades…
Last night my wife and I rented the Buster Keaton classic Steamboat Bill, Jr. She’d never seen anything by Keaton, but has heard me (and fellow Scrogue Jim Booth) talk about his […]
VerseDay: The poet in love
I’ve long been convinced of two truths regarding poetry: 1: The easiest thing in the world to write is a love poem. 2: The hardest thing in the world to write is […]
The best CDs of 2007, pt. 3: CD of the Year
In the mid-1970s Graham Parker was portrayed as a quintessentially Angry Young Man®, a pub rocker with an attitude who helped shape the British New Wave (a movement that remains perhaps the […]
Saturday Video Roundup: Queen LIVE!
Today is Imbolc, the midpoint of Winter. That’s Groundhog Day to you secular/non-pagan types (and yeah, P-Phil peeped his shadow, so throw another blanket on the bed). It’s also my birthday, and […]
Ode to a 4×2 brick I found under my bookcase one midwinter's evening

Piano OK, so this isn’t an ode. I’ve never written an ode, probably can’t write an ode, and even if I could it would probably be right up there with Vogon poetry, […]