The entire unsettling conversation with the Twist king where he takes credit for every dance since 1960, as it appeared in the February 1994 edition of The Serene Dominic Companion.
Pre-internet, I never received more hate mail than in 1994, my first year as a writer. You thought I forgot but I lovingly put your poison pen missives in a scrapbook to remember all you haters by. You know who you are. You have kids that listen to music you fucking hate now.
Still a valid question. From Phoenix New Times, Jan 6, 1994
What a busy year, 74 published CD reviews in his first year as a freelancer for Phoenix New Times.
What were you doing in 1994? Heroin? Grooving to Butt Trumpet? Marveling how young Silverchair were? Call our webmaster crazy coz’ he’s unearthing every CD review, every pronounced raspberry from Serene Dominic’s first year as a critic, plus the year end picks. Why? Because the internet is forever.