Sad, sad news from LA. Andy Hallett, RIP. He sang our hearts out.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
by Brent Burket
About Me
Email me.
Dig.
- American Tapes
- artblog
- Art F City
- Ascetic House
- Banned Production
- Cassette Gods
- Carnage NYC
- Chondritic Sound
- Cruel Noise
- Downtown Music Gallery
- Fieldwork
- Goat Eater Arts
- greg.org
- Hanson Records
- Hyperallergic
- King Crimson
- Lust Vessel
- Mistake By The Lake
- Modern Art Notes podcast
- monorail trespassing
- No.
- No Rent Records
- . . . tapewrecks . . .
- ReR Megacorp
- RRRecords
- #fuckinrevs
- Steve Roden
- Solipsism
- Tabs Out
- VDSQ
Archive
-
▼
2009
(231)
-
▼
March
(34)
- Not Fade Away.
- Something Else.
- .gif of an Angel.
- Tell Me About It.
- Malevolent Creation.
- Retroactive Posting Notice.
- Ecstatic Occasions. Expedient Forms.
- pointe.
- We All Scream.
- Speedy Delivery.
- Wrap It Up.
- For Larry Gagosian.
- Might.
- Unknown Pleasures.
- Snow.
- Talking In A Circle.
- Carney.
- Walking With A Mountain.
- Free Shit.
- Down.
- Take Your Vitamins.
- Head On The Door.
- What's What?
- Faraway, So Close.
- After The After.
- Ye Olde Candyass Pancakes.
- The Dead Boy On The Bus.
- Paneling.
- Whatever You Want.
- Gridcore.
- Blogpix Opens Thursday Night!
- Small Faces.
- Keep Your Distance.
- Surrounded By Water.
-
▼
March
(34)
2 comments:
Several years ago I took Miss Leona to BuffyCon. We waited in line for hours to get her picture taken with James Marsters (totally worth it), the actor who played Clem on Buffy flirted outrageously with me (yes, my inner dorkgirl was thrilled), and then we went in for the keynote presentation - nearly two hours of Andy Hallet charming a sweaty, capacity audience with anecdotes and dirty musings. He was, in a single word, lovable.
Oh, man. That sounds like a good day.
Post a Comment