Megan Milks is currently working on a Ph.D. in Literature and Creative Writing from the University of Illinois at Chicago. She has had critical work published on Venuszine.com, Lost Magazine, Grapevineculture.com, and Sparknotes; her fiction has been published or is forthcoming in DIAGRAM, Pocket Myths, Forge, and Wreckage of Reason, an anthology of experimental women writers. Like once a year, if that, she publishes a magazine called Mildred Pierce, which more people should know about.
Best concert ever: Prince in DC, 2005 -- or Aqui (RIP) in Charlottesville -- or maybe the Gossip, before they got 'big.'
Worst concert ever: That one time when Radiohead were supposed to play an outdoor show but got rained out so bad the Port-o-Potties collapsed and were carried by flood into the parking lot. APOCALYPSE!
Yes, a Xiu Xiu performance is intense. However, this intensity does not much involve an audience. It’s an intensity directed inward, with frontperson Jamie Stewart offering little to no interaction with the crowd -- indeed, very little eye contact at all.
Since its inception, the Sex Workers Art Show has advanced the conversation about sex work by opening the lines of communication and throwing a number of wrenches into the idiot side of American sex culture.
Though they're national-award winners in Norway, and presumably professionals, 120 Days seemed surprised/insulted by Philly's inattention. What did they expect, us awaiting their arrival with bated breath?
Clinic is headlining, and a rep is handing out faux-surgical face masks at the entrance. I don't take one. I am a critical thinker. I've come for one reason alone: to see Holy Fuck’s fresh! new! one-of-a-kind! 35-mm film synchronizer.