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


by Jeff LaPrade
Aug. 9, 2017
I moved to Los Angeles in November of 2012, sort of. I moved to Redondo Beach, a small isolated beach suburb nestled in a little magical bubble referred to as “The South Bay” where nothing dark every happens and there are only smiles always. While still in Los Angeles County, this is a little shelter where all of the kids think the public transportation is dangerous and if something is two miles away that counts as far. This is why I had a bit of trouble believing that the legendary hardcore band Black Flag came out of this white washed seafoam town...
Jeff LaPrade was born in Dirty Jersey but spent most of childhood in a suburb of Oakland.  Sticking to the skate parks, he developed a love for the underground and DIY culture.  Diversely motivated, he spends his focus designing cloths, producing photo shoots and writing about whatever comes to mind.  Despite his love for writing, Jeff earned his B/S in Physics from San Francisco State University in 2011.  Since then he has worked as a Solar Engineer,  Nuclear Weapons Detector Engineer, a vegetarian cook, has self published a book, and is a regular contributor to realizeculture.com and Swoop Magazine.  Now he resides in Venice Beach, soaking in the rays, writing until his fingers bleed and tutoring local children in the off time.

by Chris Martin
Aug. 7, 2017
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 Matthew Gray
Aug. 5, 2017

If you’re into McLaren’s kind of movie at all, then I’m sure you have between one and six crappy visualizers on your computer, software that makes sound visible. Maybe you did this in the hope that they would make Deadmau5 listenable (good luck with that). Norman Mclaren didn’t need Milkdrop and G-force, because Norman was born with a visualizer in his soul. When he heard music he was met with synchronized visual imagery. My guess is that he didn’t have to consciously plan and execute these visions, they just were. What makes him spectacular, though, is that he was able to take this gift and put it onto film.

Matthew Gray is an old-fashioned man of great import. One of the few abstract thinkers of the early 21st century to thoroughly penetrate the nonsense. He is currently hunkered down deep below the surface hoping the end will come and wash his cares away. 

by Anthony Galli
Aug. 4, 2017
Several years ago, one of my very best friends tried to convince me that animals have no souls. Although I couldn’t help but disagree -- a lot -- I didn’t really give his statement much thought afterward. His “animals don’t have souls” comment came from a conversation we were having about whether or not to say “bless you” to a dog when he sneezes. Urban legend and rumor has it that at the very moment a person sneezes his immunity system is at its most vulnerable, and it is then that all manner of demons and evil spirits can seize upon the sneezer’s soul and overtake his will and destiny. Hence, the customary benediction of “Bless You” in the instance of any sneeze...

Anthony Galli currently lives in Athens, Georgia. He shares a birthday with his black cat, Magic, and they both claim Wings of Desire as their favorite film. Anthony has published two books of poetry, Amnesia for Insomniacs and Invisible Idiot.

by Timothy Misir
Aug. 3, 2017
In the townships of Soweto, crowds of locals gather in the dust and heat to dance for hours to a synthesized mix of traditional drums, marimba played through an organ, call-and-response vocals, and trap drum fills at speeds of close to 190 bpm. Contemporary synth-driven dance music is combined with traditional rhythms and percussion to produce a eminently danceable, frantic, and fast-paced music that seems like it won't stop. This is Shangaan dance music: Where African tribal culture meets global rave culture...

Timothy Misir is a Russia-based Singaporean writer and researcher in urban planning and architecture. He is currently working at The Moscow Times where he is a copy editor and writes for the arts section. He can be contacted at tim.misir@gmail.com.