Presley Flops
Cut Yer Hair, Boy!
No Tommy Film
Taste Sours
ROCK AND ROLL NEWS
It’s one of those brooding days in Hollywood, where smog and early morning fog vie for attention, and it’s important not to let go, not to give in to the gloom. I watched television all last night, and the car commercials were the most sanity I’ve found in a week, a kind of litany — “buy” — a hum — “Buy” — a primitive om - “BUY” - and on this smoky-colored day, on this head-shaped hill, covered with shabby leaves and a few isolated homes, I’m going to talk to the four players in Firesign Theatre, and just before knocking on the door, I remember that tomorrow’s Halloween.