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The Weeklings editors, staff, and various contributors take turns answering the one question that matters most.
I had only recently discovered the glories of a naked body entwined with mine and, like every sex neophyte since time began, I had figured nothing would ever compare. I was wrong.
The most revealing Prince video. Watch it while you can.
Prince and I did not get off, so to speak, on the good foot. While he would ultimately influence me – both personally and musically – as much as Bowie or the Beatles (my Trinity), his presence initially challenged the most important friendship of my life. Then, it cemented that friendship, and led to funk n’ roll adventures alongside a superstar-in-exile named RuPaul.
Robert Burke Warren’s Yuletide of death, porn, and a hippie angel.
You’ve seen Renaissance man and esteemed guest Weekling Richard Edson onscreen in Do the Right Thing, Platoon, Stranger Than Paradise, and dozens of other films, but you probably don’t know he was the original drummer in seminal NYC post-punk noise mavens Sonic Youth. In this fascinating slice of life, he shares his riveting account of being a participant in several crucial music movements at once. The arty, funky, early 80s East Village lives again!
I was in the land where the creators are revered; Paris greets artists with an affection so strong it gives an energy boost, life force, enabling one to go back to the blank space with faith, with no fear. And indeed, I was not afraid. I was the opposite of afraid.
Amanda Nazario takes us along as she gets to see and meet one of her musical idols, the legendary John Sebastian. Despite the show being in a tiny Boston club with a noisy kitchen, iPhone wielders, and an irritating waitress, Nazario’s superfan heart illuminates the under-appreciated genius in his well-deserved glory.