Sunday, December 23, 2007

2007 in The Dark Corridor

Back in the day, at Vancouver magazine or TV Guide, I would write a year-end wrap-up. So, I thought, as this year closes, I would revive the tradition on The Dark Corridor. Herewith, the pontifications, in no particular order:

Things I Liked in 2007:

Daisy, my Maine Coon love.

Welcoming Calliope, the Pixie-Bob, to our family and Wisemanor.

Ron Asheton’s wah-wah playing.

Iggy and the Stooges concert in Seattle.

Arch Enemy concert at The Commodore.

Lee Child’s Jack Reacher series.

Zappa Plays Zappa at The Orpheum.

Everclear at The Plaza.

Meeting Arch Enemy at Scrape Records (though Angela is my dream date, each of the band members were the nicest people you could hope to meet). Thanks to J.J. and Lucy Caithcart for a day of being a fan again.

The Dark Corridor blog.

Love & Rockets graphic novel compilations.

John Skipp & Craig Spector back in action.

Good old reliable Dean Koontz.


Pixie-Bob shenanigans and antics.

Internet reports that have me married to Kate Beckinsale.

Chrissie Hynde and Nick Kent in the old days.

Blackberry Curve.

David Icke’s lizard-people theory.

Michael Amott’s incredible guitar stylings.



Arch Enemy, Stooges, In This Moment, Motorhead, Everclear, Zappa Plays Zappa, Ministry, Trivium, Slipknot, Mastodon, Dimmu Borgir, Dragonforce, Behemoth, Oasis, Celtic Frost, Lamb of God, Cradle of Filth.


Trace-Fusion by Frank Zappa, Rise of the Tyrant by Arch Enemy, Hudson River Wind Meditations by Lou Reed, Rio Grande Blood and The Last Sucker by Ministry, The Weirdness by The Stooges, Make Believe by Weezer (hey, go figure), Tragic Beauty by In This Moment, Stop the Clocks by Oasis, Live to Win by Paul Stanley, All Answers Inside by Beyond This Veil, All You Can Eat by Led Lobster and, of special note, Lou Reed’s classic opus on bereavement, Magic & Loss, which helped through some hellish times.


Mrs. Chippy’s Last Expedition by Caroline Alexander, Alias the Cat by Kim Deitch –these two left all other contenders yards behind. Support your local library.

The Jack Reacher series by Lee Child –great character, great thrillers!

Blaze by Richard Bachman, Open Up and Bleed by Paul Trynka, , The Frank Book by Jim Woodring (an acid trip on paper –and no words). Wages by John Armstrong –deadly aim, spot-on accuracy and a laff a minute.

The Lucifer Code by Michael Cordy, The Mephisto Club by Tess Gerritsen –two new discoveries to me.

Pig Island by Mo Hayder –the scariest and most perverse novelist of our day.

Whatever Tim Dorsey was on about. The funniest writer working today.


The Pursuit of Happyness, New York Doll, March of the Penguins, Born To Boogie –Deluxe Edition, Live Apocalypse by Arch Enemy, Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey. (I don’t see many movies and those that I do see are generally dreadful.)


Rome, Arrested Development, Desperate Housewives, Private Practice, Grey’s Anatomy, Corner Gas, How I Met Your Mother, Lost, October Road, Heroes.

Sex objects:

Angela Gossow, Kate Walsh, Gabrielle Miller, Tara Spencer-Nairn, Lindsay Lohan, Jennifer Aniston, Janice Dickinson, Jennifer Garner, Christina Applegate, Victoria Beckham, Laura Prepon, Gisele Bundschen, Cameron Diaz emeritus.


The Road by Cormac McCarthy (so what do I know, he won the Pulitzer, but more likely as recognition of a lifetime’s body of work rather than this rather retrograde story), The Religion by Tim Willocks, Our American King by David Martin, When the Light Goes and Telegraph Days by Larry McMurtry, Mere Anarchy by Woody Allen, The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly, The Ruins by Scott Smith, Wicked by Gregory Maguire, and still nothing new from James Ellroy.

Things I Disliked About 2007:

Death of Gatsby Wiseman, my love, my hero, my brother, my son, my best friend.

Death of Alex Grant, who showed astonishing courage and strength in the face of death, a true-life hero and the dearest of friends.

Death of Kurt Vonnegut.

Death of Karlheinz Stockhausen.

Death of Norman Mailer.

Trepanning of Keith Richards.

Death of Dean Koontz’s Trixie.

Chronic illnesses of friends and family.

HST still dead.

Death of Anna Nicole Smith.

Trip to and from Seattle to see Iggy. Simply Hellish.

I am sure there’s more to add to this list, but, like any session of wanking, enough is enough.



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