By: Adrienne Crew

His escapist schlock helped get us into this mess.

By: David Smay

This is Iggy Pop’s body, broken for you.

By: Brian Berger

His nickname — pronounced “Hi-Lo” — honored his vocal range.

By: Adrienne Crew

He was a transmedia personality before the word’s invention.

By: Brian Berger

Neglected puzzle master of country, cajun, jazz, and the blues.

By: David Smay

The impresario of man calligraphy and glamorous junkies in wimples.

By: Deb Chachra

Genre actors can be asked to play roles that are seven kinds of impossible.

By: Mark Kingwell

Desire seeks the Real but is trapped in the Symbolic order of language and representation.

By: Alix Lambert

Delicate, ethereal watercolors depicting an epic fight against child labor.

By: Tor Aarestad

He produced lovely typewriters and radical theories of decentralized power.

By: Brian Berger

“A siren song sung in bass.”

By: Franklin Bruno

“I decided to face reality by writing lyrics.”

By: Lynn Peril

Who cares what the world thinks an “old lady” is supposed to look like?

By: Brian Berger

“The greatest song hound of all.”

By: Lucy Sante

One of his novels argues that theft is a reasonable career path.