This editor’s mug: “You may speak now.” Dale Cooper’s mug: “Fire, walk with me.” A mug of one’s own. Your mom’s mug. Fill those mugs with nothing but the best: David Lynch Signature Cup. It’s all in the beans, and he’s full of beans.
“It’s like a beautiful dusty old postcard you’d find in a junk store:” London ninety years ago in color. ANNOUNCING THE FIRST ANNUAL BONE BOUQUET EXPERIMENTAL PROSE AWARD! Submit now, ladies! Every noise at once: where would you hang out on this genremap? Who’s beat this editor to naming something “funeral doom?” Announcing Dorothy, a […]
The only proper end, the one that will carry you out into the world, is the one that comes right where it’s needed — it might be a beat sooner than you’d prefer and certainly sooner than expected. Good endings create art that topples expectations. When they drag on they unravel, untether everything the film has worked […]
“Everything started when I contacted writer-director Fede Alvarez through Facebook to introduce myself and my music.” -Roque Baños There is a new Evil Dead film out, and with it, a new score. The composer is Roque Baños, who is most definitely not new to the game — with credits you may recognize such as The […]