Dateline: Southern California
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Gordon Hauptfleisch is a Blogcritics Books Editor, freelance writer, and book reviewer for San Diego Union Tribune Books (R.I.P.). For many years he worked in and managed bookstores and record stores, when not engaged in serious lollygagging. He's also an enigmatic visionary of unfathomable secrets and many a guise, or at least he plays one in his delusions of grandeur. Other than that he doesn't like talking about himself, but you may email him and he'll stop talking about himself in the third-person.
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For many years, Einstein's brain “floated in two mason jars of formaldehyde, inside a cardboard box marked Costa Cider, under a beer cooler…”
Brian Wilson gives us a tantalizing foretaste of Pet Sounds. And no, it's not “Bull Session With The ‘Big Daddy.’”
In a picaresque and post-apocalyptic masterwork, a father and son contend with “borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
"The product of a secret marriage between Bob Dylan and the Marquis de Sade."
"Every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable": Roddy Frame's biting and biding romanticism plays out in bipolar love songs for the bloodied but unbowed.
Of Arthur Lee and Company: "It was music from your brain, from your heart. That’s why it was so great."
“Hey, mister on the radio / Please play my favorite song / The one where she didn’t go away...”
“It's been said many times that the world needs another rock and roll band. This could well be the one of which the pundits spoke."
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy, too, but even better is this harrowing and heartfelt masterwork.
“You’ll take my Steely Dan T-shirt when you peel it from my cold, dead body,” reads a statement in the popular but non-existent Blogcynics.com.
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