Archive for May, 2008

We Just Opened for the Falsies and… damn!

Posted in cripsyduck, music with tags , , , on May 31, 2008 by criPSy duck

The Falsies can do no wrong. Check out my cVillain review for the backstory.
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Gellin’ Like Scott McClellan

Posted in cripsyduck, politics with tags , on May 30, 2008 by criPSy duck

Here we go.

Seven years into this historical nightmare, we finally have a defector. Scott McClellan, White House Press Secretary from ’03 to ’06, has broken ranks to reveal just how insidious the Bush White House has been. Willfully and woefully ignorant, it seems.
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Cripsy Archive Online

Posted in cripsyduck, music with tags on May 30, 2008 by criPSy duck

Fans of old-school turn-of-the-century rock journalism may want to check out the Cripsy’s Crawl Archive. Although it only contains a year and a half of the columns, it’s pretty good for a chuckle or two. The bands page shows a complete listing of all the acts I covered in that span, with links to articles that mention them. If you find a dead link, please let me know.

What the Alien Told Me

Posted in cripsyduck, fiction? with tags on May 30, 2008 by criPSy duck

(NOTE: This was previously posted at my Barling Myspace page.)

I got the strangest thing in the mail the other day. Addressed to me, in a small sealed padded manilla envelope, was an inexpensive cell phone with a wierd green thumbprint on it.

The return address said “Heaven.” 
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Why Conservatives Hate America

Posted in cripsyduck, politics with tags , on May 30, 2008 by criPSy duck

Let us not mince words. “Conservativism” is, at its core, anti-American, anti-Christian, anti-life and ultimately anti-humanity.
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Who Am I and Why Should You Care?

Posted in cripsyduck, fiction?, music, politics with tags , , , , , , on May 30, 2008 by criPSy duck

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Stephen Douglas Barling III. 

In 1999 I approached Hawes Spencer, founder and editor of Charlottesville, Va.’s weekly city paper, C-Ville, about writing a live music review column. The paper published a music column but rarely had any serious reviews of local acts. As a small-time local musician, it seemed to me that dupes like myself would never see the light of print unless somebody rolled up their sleeves and, you know, got down to it.

Thus, Cripsy Duck was born.
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