Jamie Gillis RIP!

Aw, this sucks. I always hoped Jamie was going to put out an epic level tell-all and soak up some well-deserved next-level fame and money in his senior years, doing talk shows and the like, maybe even landing some breakthrough late-career juggernaut of a role, the kind of thing I always imagined him doing so well in.

He was my very favourite porn star, bar none. An actor as well as a cocksman who could do everything from broad comedy to drama to romance to unbelievably nasty, and all with natural grace and apparent ease. Jamie Gillis was absolutely the King as far as I'm concerned, underrated and slept on as he was. I always hoped to someday shake his hand and thank him for all he'd done, all the images he gave the world. I'm truly sorry he's gone from us so soon.

Here's hoping the next few days bring us tributes worthy of the man. If an afterlife exists, and it somehow involves sleaze, I'm sure Jamie Gillis will be there getting his rocks off and in fine style.

Scrubbing Bubbles!

When I was still a little kid and would have to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I would all too frequently get a few tentative steps away from the bed and then flash on this commercial and its somewhat creepy critters, the Scrubbing Bubbles.

I'd imagine that these things were about to rush my naked feet from under a bookshelf, reducing me to bones and pyjamas in mere seconds. Oddly enough, I was not alone in finding those Bubbles disturbing.


If I made it to the bathroom, the toilet lid would inevitably be down and I would have to wrestle with whether to open it, afraid that, should I do so, a severed head would be inside, its dead eyes staring up at me.

If that weren't enough, I was terrified that, should I look at a window on my way to or from the bathroom, I would see the (also severed) head of John Carradine floating just outside it, making one of those scary faces at me that he could do so well. This, I figured, would probably make me crazy.



In retrospect, it's a wonder I ever went to the bathroom at all.

Fake Vomit!

So many variations on a theme...

















Damn you, Secret Fun Spot!

Starkweather Fix Live in 95!

This took me by surprise - someone called theemadmullet recently uploaded footage to Youtube of The Starkweather Fix playing "Mutant Cock Rock" at Toronto's El Mocambo, way back in 1995. The show was Hempfest, and DV8 and Guitar Army were also on the bill.

Aside from yours truly, we see Jay Matuschka on the traps, Neeler Peeler playing the bass, and Dusty Bible on the lead guitar (pulling double duty this eve as he was also playing bass in Guitar Army). Neeler's playing Dusty's bass here in fact.

If you have any footage of The Starkweather Fix, I'd love to see it. Write me at cheekycheese [at] gmail [dot com]. Thanks to theemadmullet.

More Warrior Women With Axes!

Because I just can't get enough of them.

No No Zero recording!

Don't worry, I'm not finished posting women with axes just yet.

I just wanted to reveal that No No Zero spent this past weekend recording bed tracks for our follow-up to Rough Stuff. Mr. Johnny LaRue was not only a consummate pro who made everything easy and relaxed, he was an extremely gracious host as well. Thanks x100.

Here's a few blurry iPhone pics I took in our recording space, as well as on a brisk walk afterwards to go get some "blank media" (as Zellers calls it).








We're just getting started with this record now, but I'll post updates as they happen.