Conrad Johnson's Blog, page 36

Low Key and Addicted To Love

          
Retro grind

Low Key and You Shook Me All Night Long

    
    Meet my new Partner in Creativity. Eat your hearts out...

Conrad Johnson and Clean Kill

                     
                                  Current Books Podcasts at  Blog Talk Radio with John H Byk and Marta Merajver on BlogTalkRadio    

Low Key and You Can Leave Your Hat On

       
                 Too old to rock n roll? I think not...

Low Key and Gold Dust Woman

      

My alter ego, frustrated musician Low Key, mixes a classic.

Rebecca Forster and Forgotten Witness

                       
                                  Check Out Books Podcasts at Blog Talk Radio with John H Byk and Marta Merajver on BlogTalkRadio

Low Key and Ten Years After

Kevin Cline and Queen to Play

If you haven't seen this extremely overlooked French film, I strongly suggest that you watch it. Queen to Play is available on Netflix streaming.

        

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/04/01/movies/kevin-kline-in-caroline-bottaros-queen-to-play-review.html?_r=0

Gamal Hennessey and A Taste of Honey

New Books Internet Radio with John H Byk and Marta Merajver on BlogTalkRadio

Clean Kill (new title)

A concise handbook about mastering the writing and killing arts.Amazon KindleBarnes & Noble

Amazon Review by John D. RachelNo one peers as intensely into the dark heart of the human soul as Conrad Johnson. If violence begets violence, then we are all doomed. But we know that already. "Jesus Told Me To Kill Her" renders the parallel pursuit of the writing and the killing arts masterfully.It is an adventure we wish not to take but cannot refuse. The final monopoly of the reader's consciousness is not so much the result of the gruesome story but the amazing writing, the completely original turns of phrase, the WTF epiphanies. Conrad Johnson probably won't get the recognition he deserves __ hardly a surprise in the Pollyannaish literary environment which the corporatization of creativity has submerged us in. But someday in the distant future, when whatever pathetic creatures crawl out of the rubble and find his writings mixed in with unreadable disk drives and CD-Rs, his works will take their place beside the paranoid nihilism of Nietzsche, the moribund but deadly exactitude of Camus, and the existential angst and self-loathing of Sartre. Conrad Johnson is perspicacious and prescient. He is the master of the blow-the-MF-away genre, the man who chronicled our lethal addiction to self-destructive violence and the total devaluation of the human organism in a tsunami of narcissism and childish worship of guns.