Time ticked by. I was still hungry and tripped up with strange unidentifiable emtions, so I went inside and scavenged what was left of the pizza backstage. By the time I came back out from the little dressing room area, Santo’s was pretty much filled to capacity. I ran over to the merch booth to at […]
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Thanks to a Godfather of high-end lowbrow, Joe Coleman, for your blurb.”A writer of immense passion and soul, a true survivor who has painstakingly documented an archtypal descent into the various hells of this festering disease of a planet, Jonathan Shaw has the courage to vivisect his own soul. And what pours out is a […]
read moreFinally, after twenty-plus years of coaxing, cajoling, pleading and basic needling on my part, my ol’ scallywag brother, Jonathan Shaw has put pen to paper, dragging and drudging up virulent and violent memories of his not so cute past and present. Been waiting too long for this. So have you, whoever you are, believe me. […]
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