As regular Slushpile.net readers know, I’m a bit obsessive when it comes to music, particularly the kind that heavily features guitars. So I devour music biographies the minute they hit the shelves. I recently enjoyed Nikki Sixx’s The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star and Eric Clapton’s Clapton: The Autobiography.…
Halloween is my Christmas So last night I paid twenty bucks then stood in line for better than two hours to finally get to stumble and cringe and scream my way through a haunted house. And I’ve got to say, I would have waited four hours. Six. Just because that thrill of being scared, that…
I’m afraid (no pun intended) that my horror knowledge is woefully lacking. Aside from the trauma that Disney’s The Headless Horseman inflicted upon me as a small boy growing up on a horse farm, I don’t know that much about frights and the things that go bump in the night. So I turned to Stephen…
It’s been a while for me. Fiction hasn’t been moving me much lately. And even my love of short stories had let me down. Nothing was exciting me. Until I read Richard Lange’s Dead Boys: Stories. This wonderous literary collection has enough tint of noir to be thrilling and the author’s voice is undeniable. Full of…
Eric Clapton’s Clapton: The Autobiography debuted at #2 on The New York Times Hardcover Nonfiction Bestseller List. It’s an interesting read that I’ll discuss a bit more fully this week. What made my reading experience even more unusual was by immediately following up Slowhand’s book with his former wife Pattie Boyd’s Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison,…