Email Author Silke Tudor

2004 Stories by Silke Tudor

• Restoration Project

  published May 5, 2004

  It is a gorgeous Sunday morning in lower Polk Gulch. I squint into the dazzling sunlight, absent-mindedly scraping last night's blue greasepaint... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published May 5, 2004

  A charitable theurgist outfitted with an accordion, a moth-bitten fedora, and a peculiar sense of humor, Jason Webley has the... More >>

• Night of the Lively Dead

  published April 28, 2004

  Gonna step on your head, gonna break your bones Gonna rip your eyes out from their holes I'm gonna get you baby... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published April 28, 2004

  One of my favorite groups of the early '90s was a little-known but delightfully deviant Irish trio called the Pale. That band's only EP, Dogs... More >>

• Road Scholars

  published April 21, 2004

  Step right up -- here you are! You may not have cinderella but if you haven't it's a cinch you've got something else and no matter what it is... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published April 21, 2004

  You may not recognize him by name, but any child born between 1950 and 1980 will recognize the work of Ray Harryhausen. It was his... More >>

• Truly, We Have Risen

  published April 14, 2004

  It's Good Friday, and there are bunnies hopping through my neighborhood passing out Peeps. "Easter," states Morgan... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published April 14, 2004

  In 1811, in a little English village, a small band of men hoisted their hammers and axes and marched on the home of a master weaver who had... More >>

• A Bacon and Ants Sandwich, Please

  published April 7, 2004

  A very small fan has been diabolically positioned in front of the hotplate to spread the smell of bacon throughout the Exit Theatre. I am... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published April 7, 2004

  Not to be confused with the 1950s' Six Teens, the Bay Area's Sixteens are the musical antithesis of the good-natured doo-wop group that... More >>

• Superstar Avatar

  published March 31, 2004

  It was to be my last Folsom Street Fair, my last parade of pale, splotchy buttocks framed by leather chaps, my last glut of latex nurses... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published March 31, 2004

  Prepare the squeaky eggs and squirting noses, ready the wheeled persimmons and winged luffas. All Fools' Day is upon us, and a fine time it is.... More >>

• Bot of Course, My Dear

  published March 24, 2004

  The sound of combat robots is unmistakable: the high-pitched scream of vertical saw blades dragging across metal hulls; the ominous hiss and thud... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published March 24, 2004

  Despite the ready wit of every producer associated with San Francisco's foremost metal club, "Lucifer's Hammer," the crowd did not welcome... More >>

• Art From War

  published March 10, 2004

  "You should know that man," says Cory McAbee over the din of Café Du Nord's main bar. "He has balls of steel. Balls of steel,... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published March 3, 2004

  Realizing that Armageddon had not come to pass with the new millennium, as Bobby Conn had prophesied and premeditated in 1998's apocalyptic... More >>

• Prom Night: The Sequel

  published February 25, 2004

  I dated the prom queen when I was your age. She was the first girl I stuck my tongue in. -- from Kids I'm... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published February 25, 2004

  Finding himself fascinated by the history of American race relations after having worked as a cameraman during the 1992 L.A. riots, director Lee... More >>

• Reclamation Project

  published February 18, 2004

  "Love freely!" proclaims Tigger, a 24-year-old candy-hued pirate punk with bright pink dreads and a bright pink skull-faced... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published February 18, 2004

  With more than a nod to the cream of the pop-punk bands of the 1970s, the Briefs have glommed on to the bygone era with no intention... More >>

• Floating Into the Netherworld

  published February 11, 2004

  "Maybe we're dead," suggests my companion hopefully. Our small vessel glides over the inky black skin of the bay. Silent. Effortless.... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published February 11, 2004

  There's a direct conduit between San Francisco and Brooklyn. On a recent trip while walking through my best friend's irrevocably Polish... More >>

• House of Tudor

  published February 4, 2004

  The first time I saw Dawn McCarthy step out onstage, she wore a long, black dress with a dark wig and shawl. She stood tall, with her acoustic... More >>

• Go, Gabriel, Go

  published January 28, 2004

  Blow, Gabriel, blow, Come on and blow, Gabriel, blow. I've been a sinner, I've been a scamp, But now I'm willin' to trim my... More >>

• Auto Erotic

  published January 14, 2004

  The phone lines near the Cow Palace are strung with crows, big black birds with deep, raspy voices wholly unlike the vague coos of the... More >>