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One heart-click isn't enough -- this is gorgeous and throat-lump-making.

"...his name had sort of a magical allure to it even then, like it was a password to a secret society." -- SO TRUE.

Matthew Gallaway

Thank u, Michelle!!!!


Thanks for this post. I am of the same generation of disillusioned youth of the 80's and 90's and this music SPOKE to me - it fit right in there - a testament to a genuine artist. I, like many others, found him through the Replacements. His music will always be a source of pained pleasure. I got home tonight and put on Daisy Glaize and found myself in tears. Alex Chilton will never be forgotten - one of the bonafide true great rockers.

Matthew Gallaway

Thanks for the comment, OC...Ive had his songs running through my head constantly the past few days...


Equating 59-year-old Alex Chilton with other iconic Generation X legends is pure Boomer irony, exactly what us REAL Gen-Xers have come to expect from our parents' generation. But it's all good! We like seeing you guys color rinse your hair and lie about your age. We hope to have you adults around for a lot longer, sheltering us and being our meal ticket. As long as the baby boomer power strucutre remains in place, us callow 30somethings can keep postponing and delaying the actual day when we will have to assume the role of being mature, responsible and hardworking grown-ups.

Matthew Gallaway

Im not sure what youre talking about, Bosely! Who are the you guys to whom you refer? I clearly stated that while Chilton was a boomer in terms of his age, he meant a lot more (via his disenchanted aesthetic) to Gen Xers than to those of his own generation, and I am a member of the former, in both the strict demographic sense and the broader philosophical sense to which I alluded in the post (I was born in 68 and am 41 yo and have never claimed otherwise). But hey, thanks for reading and taking the time to comment!

autrement qu'etre

Perhaps bosely's name should be "Bosie." He has that "I'm younger than you!" petulance down rather well.

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Gods final



A young boy wanders into the woods of Harlem and witnesses the abduction of his sister by a glowing creature. Forty years later, now working as a New York City homicide detective, Gus is assigned to a case in which he unexpectedly succumbs to a vision that Helen is still alive. To find her, he embarks on an uorthodox investigation that leads to an ancient civilization of gods and the people determined to bring them back.

In this colossal new novel from the author of The Metropolis Case, the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice collides with a new religion founded by three corporate office workers, creating something beautiful, illogical, and overwhelming. Part sex manifesto, part religious text, part Manhattan noir—with a dose of deadly serious, internet inspired satire—#gods is a sprawling inquest into the nature of faith and resistance in the modern world. With each turn of the page, #gods will leave you increasingly reborn.

Praise for #gods

“#gods is a mystery, an excavation of myths, an index of modern life, a gay coming-of-age story, an office satire, a lyrical fever dream, a conspiracy. One of the most ambitious novels in recent memory—and a wild, possibly transformative addition to the canon of gay literature—it contains multitudes, and seethes with brilliance.” —Mark Doten, author of The Infernal

“Matthew Gallaway’s #gods is a novel so brilliant, so funny, so full of strange and marvelous things, I couldn’t stop writing OMG WTF I <3 THIS SO MUCH in its margins. It’s rare to find a novel that so dazzlingly reinvigorates age-old meditations on faith and f&!*ing, art and eros. Luminous, enterprising, and sublimely cheeky, #gods tells the story, the myth, the dream of the human soul in all its glorious complexity.” —Suzanne Morrison, author of Yoga Bitch

“Matthew Gallaway’s storytelling manages to be both dreamy and serious; lean and luxurious. His words carry an incantatory power of mythic storytelling where beauty and savagery wrap around each other like bright threads in a gorgeous tapestry.” —Natasha Vargas-Cooper, author of Mad Men Unbuttoned: A Romp Through 1960s America

“If the ancient gods were just like us, only more so, then the same could be said for this strange, wonderful book, in which the mundane sorrows and small triumphs of very ordinary lives glow ever so slightly around the edges, sometimes quite literally. At once an oddly romantic send-up of dead-end office culture and an offbeat supernatural procedural, #gods is terrifically weird, melancholy, sexy, and charming.” —Jacob Bacharach, author of The Bend of the World

The Metropolis Case

'It’s to the credit of Matthew Gallaway’s enchanting, often funny first novel that it doesn’t require a corresponding degree of obsession from readers, but may leave them similarly transported: the book is so well written — there’s hardly a lazy sentence here — and filled with such memorable lead and supporting players that it quickly absorbs you into its worlds.'

-- The New York Times

Music: Death Culture at Sea and Saturnine

Listen or download songs and records from my indie-rock past with Saturnine here and Death Culture at Sea here.

Music Video: Remembrance of Things Past

Watch the rock opera Remembrance of Things Past written and performed by Saturnine and Frances Gibson, starring Bennett Madison and Sheila McClear.

Video: The Chaos Detective

The Chaos Detective is a series about a man searching for 'identity' as he completes assignments from a mysterious organization. Watch the first episode (five parts) on YouTube.

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