Author: Mr. Fish

Ever since the takeover of the Village Voice Media Company in 2006 by New Times Media, I knew my days were numbered. We all did – by that I mean everybody at the old LA Weekly, where for nearly 6 years I wrote, cartooned and illustrated and produced a shitload of work. That is, up… Continue reading Fresh Fish

It was almost 12 a.m. on a Wednesday night and the first thing I noticed were the eyes.  They were empty and wanting, like tiny drawers that had been robbed of their contents and left open.  And there were hundreds of them, set inside faces both young and old, coming through the dark from every… Continue reading Free Admission

So, I was hanging out with Noam Chomsky in his office at MIT and we were talking about art and whether or not novels, plays, paintings and movies could ever be sufficiently weaponized to bully the dominant culture into being more accepting of radically humanitarian ideals and he said, comparing films from the past with… Continue reading It’s Black and White

The money I’ve pissed away over two decades on bootleg recordings of the Beatles, John Lennon, Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young and, wait for it … Noam Chomsky!, is somewhat embarrassing, especially given the fact that most of those recordings have found legitimate release in recent years by Apple, Columbia, Reprise and Alternative Tentacles… Continue reading The Boy Who Loves Skeletons