Okay, let's start from the top: The ugliest unit eyescape in Horton Plaza, and I mean the ugggliest, is the view straight on with your back to this kid store called Gymboree on the topmost …
March 2, 1989
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Richard Meltzer descends on Horton Plaza
Roger Hedgecock, revisited
No reason to blow-by-blow the cheesygame. Every other question, it seems, involves the Moody Blues or Eric Carmen. And every question, every question Roger gets — even “Which group sang ‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’?” — he gets wrong.
March 31, 1988
The unbearable rightness of being Roger Hedgecock
As we start talkin', I notice, for the first time since initially laying ears on him, that Roger's voice is notvibrating with that — whatcha call it? — radio resonance. Which, it’s about time, puts me at relative ease.
March 24, 1988
Richard Meltzer travels from Providence to L.A. and tells us all about it
Since Pennsylvania, excluding Missouri and a couple of urban accidents adjacent to rivers, a suspension of disbelief had seemed called for in cozying up to the question WHY HERE? Why a bunch of Euros would come here?
November 5, 1987
Richard Meltzer golfs at Torrey Pines
It should be evident that golf, and especially golf with Bob Hope, has given me as much enjoyment, relaxation and laughter as anything else in my life. Golf is a great game that has grown …
June 11, 1987
Richard Meltzer's visit to the dentist is a brush with death
Three yankers ago, I lost between a pint and a quart when the jerk nicked an artery during a "routine" wisdom extraction. Four dentists (and another wisdom tooth) back, I lost a pint from just a vein.
April 16, 1987
Richard Meltzer's Navy, part 2
Up to this point I have got on with officers. I've occasionally enjoyed officers. I’ve even I guess learned from officers; but no, I have not fully, openly conversed with one. Jawed with no self-edit. Shot the actual shit.
July 17, 1986
Richard Meltzer's Navy, part 1
Barracks, Jack: double tiers of extremely made beds. Everything's so beyond-life antiseptic you could eat off — well I wouldn't eat off the floor, but I’d feel pretty safe having open heart surgery on it.
July 10, 1986
Not everything stinks about the World Wrestling Federation
There is no more a problem of truth in wrestling than in the theatre. — Roland Barthes, Mythologies I threw the paper into the corner and turned on the TV set. After the society page …
May 30, 1985
Lester Bangs recollected in tranquility
Okay, he's dead. All this brand new grief and hardship never befell him; never will. But words on pages remain: What is their lot? Lester's standard fare was so paradigmatically “of the moment" that he was the rockmag shootist.
December 6, 1984
Crawdaddy gets Richard Meltzer to write about television
1956 $64,000 Question it’s a real muscle of a show. No reason I couldn’t be on it. I can grow sideburns, change my name to Elvis Meltzer, wear a leather jacket and pointy-toed shoes.
September 2, 1982