Neil - who has written 28 posts on The Contrarian.
Neil Cleary is a musician and songwriter who has toured internationally as a solo artist and a sideman with acts such as The Essex Green, Erin McKeown and Mike Gordon & Ramble Dove. Around the turn of the century, he used to front Hank Williams' Lonesome Cheatin' Hearts Club Band, a New York based all-Hank-Williams outfit. Currently he lives in Cambridge, MA with his girlfriend, two cats, his three solo albums, and the remnants of his broken dreams.
Tiger Woods, in a hushed press conference today at a crazy posh Florida resort, shamefacedly apologized for his life as both the greatest golfer who ever lived and legendary Dionysian sex god. Woods, who has been silent under the shadow of revelations about his totally epic carnal exploits, today expressed remorse for being amazingly successful [...]
Continue reading...Friday, January 15, 2010
Sometimes I wish Bill Hicks were still around to cut through the bullshit like a holy chainsaw. Recently though, this gem has been circulating, giving me the feeling Bill’s looking down on us — wait, fuck that — up at us, and laughing. Probably smoking too…:
Continue reading...Thursday, January 14, 2010
As I read the headlines these days, more and more my mind is plagued with one question: what do naked people think? Who will tell their story? Is there a hairy, droopy, butt-stanky man waiting in the wings who could provide some insight on this issue? Are there perhaps other people in these same wings [...]
Continue reading...Tuesday, January 12, 2010
The Strangled Trembler This breed suffers from a congenital constriction of the gullet, which explains its constant note of heart-rending tragedy regardless of season or expression. ——————— The Yelping Trembler Also known as the “Passionate Canadian”, their cry can be heard for miles, like an air raid siren with Parkinson’s. ——————— The Mushmouthed Crooner Legend tells us that trapped within this species [...]
Continue reading...Monday, January 11, 2010
1. Observe And Report. Perhaps its proximity to Paul Blart: Mall Cop tagged it with the stank of lo-calorie laffs and Wal-Mart level quality. Or perhaps it was the ad campaign which pitched it as the kind of wild, madcap romp that makes me want to eat glass. Either way, I’ll admit: I prejudged it [...]
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Friday, February 19, 2010
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