Stuff that helped us get this issue out...
Aimee Bender, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt. A bunch of great, fable-ish stories. "Read a book!" And support new authors.
Paul Auster, City of Glass. So the main character's going along and then he gets a phone call for the Paul Auster detective agency and your brains just fall out of your head onto the ground. They'll stay there for the rest of the book.
Fountains of Wayne, Utopia Parkway. "Will you stop pretending I've never been born/Now I look a little more like that guy from KorN." Summer in musical form; blatantly amazing pop. Sweet without being goofy. And there's a picture of EZ-Pass in the booklet!
Big Black, Songs About Fucking. I used to hate Steve Albini. I no longer do. This is why.
DJ Q-bert, Apc Thex. Samples used include: Street Fighter 2, Mortal Kombat, Spiderman, and Star Trek, among many, many others. He's the best DJ is the world. Nothing else to know. Of course, then there's..
UNKLE, Psyence Fiction. The first sample is from the original Star Wars trailer (the one without John Williams' music!) and it just gets better from there. It's a collaboration between DJ Shadow, James Lavelle, and lots o' britpop folks. Buy it for the last track, Thom Yorke's "Rabbit in Your Headlights," if nothing else.
George Lucas. What else is there to say?
Orson Welles, Touch of Evil. Sure, there's Charlton Heston trying to be chicano in what looks like olive oil, but then there's the one shot pulling back over the bar as he's beating the crap out of some poor gangster...fucking a.
Quentin Tarantino, True Romance. Just the script; give it a read sometime. Good stuff.
Zelda64. I have seen Jesus, and he's the sediment kicked up at the end of a board.
Harp. Mmmmm.
Cheez-its. Ditto.
Millenni-Yo. It's a yo-yo! It's Y2K compliant!
Pokey the Penguin. We hardly knew ye. R.I.P.