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Gordon Hauptfleisch - Page 35
Dateline: Southern California
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Articles: 450
Dateline: Southern California
Weblog: blogcritics.org/writer/gordon_hauptfleisch
Articles: 450
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, and most recently was purchasing manager for San Diego Technical Books. He holds Bachelor's degrees in English and History from Cal State Fullerton, and I lives in Southern California. 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. Facebook page
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"...SWITCH near tears when 'Going Underground' goes to the top! SWITCH 'Why'd you wear that apron?'! SWITCH a night in the nick in Leeds! SWITCH..."
Sparks put a little Gilbert and Sullivan and British Music Hall into pop-rock, with a potent combination of witty wordplay and big dumb fun.
It’s beginning to look a lot like crowed aisles in the bookstores this holiday season.
"Their thing was beautiful and heavy and will be as it is." Hipper-than-thou, perhaps, but the freak flag's only at half-mast.
"'Cause this is nothing else if not unreal / When I pretend to touch you, you pretend to feel..."
It was the time of the season for "well-timed diminished chords leaping through warm melodic tapestries.” Not "flat submediant key switches in Aeolian cadence!”
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."
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