I've finished Broken Summers - Henry Rollins' diaries from around the time he was raising money in support the West Memphis Three, by touring a lot of old Black Flag songs.
There's an upward curve with Henry's writing - it gets better and more insightful with each new publication. I remember reading his early books when it seemed like he was writing at the limits of his ability to express himself. He was having to drag those words out of himself and then hammer them down on the page and I admired him for it. Henry always gives it 100%.
New Scientist comes out Thursday and the August issue of MOJO. I've been given this scary CD ROM to review which is full of mantras and rituals aimed at disrupting the flow of linear time. Completely not my thing, but I've got to make notes on that and try not to be too flippant
