I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book. - Groucho Marx

TODAY IN NETWORK AWESOME MAGAZINE


by Lindsay Long
July 30, 2014
Over the course of Patti Smith’s prolific career she has used the stage not only as a platform for creative self-expression but also to advocate and pay homage to the fellow artists and musicians who have inspired her along the way. Since forming her own band in the early seventies, the poetess has performed countless concerts around the globe. It is safe to assume that no two shows have ever been the same. Fusing poetry, spoken word, and driving rhythms into a totally unique and unprecedented experience has been Patti’s gig since the beginning...
Currently holdin’ it down in the dirty south city of Atlanta, Network Awesome contributor Lindsay can be found frequenting house parties, punk rock shows, seedy thrift stores, or glued to her computer screen unearthing the endless gems today's internet offers. A self-proclaimed fan of all things vintage, including the nudie mags of yesteryear, she possesses an insatiable appetite for anything visually mind-blowing or just totally tasteless. Notorious B.I.G. sums her up best with a line from ‘Gimme the Loot': ”Dangerous. Crazier than a bag of f*@#$%g angel dust.”

by Thomas Michalski
July 29, 2014
As an atheist and skeptic, I don’t put much stock in organized religion. Still, even though I can’t get behind supernatural dogma, I do love a good story, and the world’s myriad religions offer up an unending supply of those. Moses and the ten commandments, tribal folklore, Greek gods smiting and fucking anything that moved; they’re all epic, interesting tales. While I don’t believe the theology for a second, the narratives are fantastic, full of plagues, earth-shaking revelations and drama, and, yes, even wisdom. I’m not in the market for a new faith or superstition, but I am looking to be entertained, and though it’s less a major religion and more of a fringe cult, the Unarius Academy of Science can spin a yarn with the best of them. I’d rather listen to anything by the Unariuns than experience the story of Adam and Eve or the first Christmas again, but that’s mainly because the Book of Genesis and the Nativity don’t have any cavemen, intergalactic battleships or bitchin’ special effects...
Thomas Michalski is a writer and radio host from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. You can keep up with his comings and goings over at http://www.voodooinspector.com/

by Kristen Bialik
July 28, 2014
Trust me. You haven’t seen low budget until you’ve seen Sin of the Fleshapoids. Released in 1965, Fleshapoids is one of many bargain basement films made by twin brother teami Mike and George Kuchar, the one that helped pioneer that gaudy, over-the-top aesthetic known as camp. Kuchar films, though, often forgotten for the lack of fame and scandal that contemporaries Anger and Warhol provided, were major players in the 1960s American Underground scene and had a major influence on directors like John Waters and David Lynch. Waters has even listed Sins of the Fleshapoids as one of his favorite DVDs. When discussing the Kuchar allure, Waters explains, “They started making 8mm crackpot melodramas in their mother's Bronx apartment with kind of stolen thrift-shop costumes and soundtracks lifted from Hollywood movies and they're really great.... Sins of the Fleshapoids really shows what an underground movie was.... There is a close-up of an unflushed toilet with ridiculous soundtrack music. They were the first to do vulgarity in an almost opera style.ii"

Kristen Bialik works in public relations in Milwaukee, WI. When she’s not doing that, she’s trying to learn Korean, trying to write short stories, or trying to scheme up ways she can work for Conan O’Brien in Burbank. They’re works in progress.


by Chris Martin
July 27, 2014
Some titles are inescapable. The Day the Earth Stood Still, Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia, and Don’t Look Now all carry that spark of burning curiosity that is the basic draw of all genre films. They give you an effect or a demand without revealing the subject of the action. We don’t know why the Earth stood still, or what Alfredo Garcia did, nor do we know what we can’t look at now and why not, but in all these cases the less known about the subject makes the film that much more appetizing. Surf Nazis Must Die may reveal too many of its cards at the forefront, despite the fact that its commanding, declarative tone does raise, arguably unneeded, questions. Its absurd power is too great to hide behind such things as nuance and subtlety. Swastikas on wetsuits and switchblades on surfboards cannot, and should not, be hidden behind a curtain of restraint. Life is too short to keep flamboyantly dressed surfing fascists out of the limelight..
Christopher Martin recently graduated from the University of Massachusetts, Amherst with a degree in English and a specialization in Film Studies. Shockingly, he is currently underemployed. In his free time Chris likes to read old science fiction novels, enjoy what little nightlife Western Massachusetts has to offer, and watch as many films as possible. He also spends too much time on Tumblr.

by Casey Dewey
July 26, 2014
In 1959, the United States of America inducted it’s 50th state in the nation, Hawaii. Polynesian mania hit America’s mainland middle class like a tidal wave. Backyard luaus were an excuse to show off your new tiki hut. Tiki Lounges were erected from coast to coast, letting patrons have a chance to sip cold, exotic drinks like The Scorpion and the The Blue Hawaii, while tropical birds shrieked and squawked in a glass cages behind the bar. Lounge lizards Martin Denny, Arthur Lyman and Les Baxter provided the soundtrack to America’s latest trend: inviting you to close your eyes, hear the waves, and maybe feel the grass skirts of the Hula Girls softly tickle you while you drank your lunch. America’s restless youth latched on to something else Hawaii’s inclusion brought: surf culture. And every youth culture has to have it’s own soundtrack...
Casey Dewey resides in Tucson, Arizona. He's a film writer for the Tucson Weekly and host of "Deep Red Radio" , a radio show dedicated to film soundtracks on 91.3 KXCI FM. He enjoys tacos, cervezas and garlic in everything. He wakes up every morning to a fresh pot of black coffee and at least two hours of Dragnet on TV.