Monday, October 7, 2019


Model. Pin-up. Actress. Singer. Writer. Royalty. 

Eva Lynd’s multi-faceted career touches every aspect of 20th century popular culture. A Swedish countess turned model for leading illustration artists and top glamour and pin-up photographers of the era, she also appeared with some of the biggest names in entertainment on both the silver and small screens. So much more than a pretty face, in this lavishly illustrated volume drawn from her personal archives, Eva Lynd shares her story in her own words and pictures, including encounters with Salvador Dali, Sophia Loren, Cary Grant, Sidney Lumet, Elia Kazan, Peter Lawford, to name a few.

The latest installment in the acclaimed Men's Adventure Library series from editors Robert Deis and Wyatt Doyle, Eva: Men's Adventure Supermodel chronicles Eva's remarkable career as a model, pin-up, and actress, with hundreds of photos and artwork includes artwork from pulp masters such as Norm Eastman, Al Rossi, Mike Ludlow, and James Bama. Plus never before seen pin-ups and previously unpublished photos from Eva's personal archive.

A big, deluxe 186-page hardcover, Eva: Men's Adventure Supermodel is also available as an abridged 114-page softcover with alternate cover art that focuses primarily on Eva's work in men's adventure magazines (MAMs).

Preview 40 pages of Eva on here.

Eva: Men's Adventure Supermodel
No. 10 in The Men's Adventure Library series
Edited by Robert Deis & Wyatt Doyle
deluxe hardcover $45.95      abridged softcover $24.95

Monday, August 19, 2019

Jimmy Angelina in KMAC Museum's First Triennial

Jimmy Angelina (The Last Coloring Book) will show new work at the KMAC Museum in Louisville as part of their first triennial, and the inaugural Vernissage.

From KMAC:

Vernissage (noun): French for Art Preview  

Announcing Louisville's Newest Tradition! KMAC Museum's Board of Directors is pleased to invite you to our inaugural Vernissage. This year's event is in celebration of KMAC's first Triennial, a showcase of contemporary art of the Commonwealth. Meet the exhibition artists and be the first to view their works, specially created for this show.   

Come dressed in your favorite cocktail attire! Enjoy cocktails and exhibition viewing starting at 6 PM along with dinner at 8 PM featuring the best of the late summer harvest with food curated by Mary Wheatley & Rebecca Johnson of Atlantic No. 5.

 Meet the artist:

Jimmy Angelina's work pulls from an interest in music and film. While his visual style recaptures the mise-en-scène, montage, and storyboard aesthetics associated with classic cinema, it also aligns with the sampled, cut-up, collage appearance of early punk rock flyers. He blends the spindly pale figures of Egon Schiele with the texture of a vintage engraving, recalling illustrations found in American comics and political satire magazines from the 1970s and 80s, composite images that distill the pages of publications like Cahiers du Cinéma and MAD Magazine. Learn more about Jimmy Angelina at or at Jimmy Angelina - Drawing & Illustration and be one of the first to see his work at Inaugural Vernissage on August 23rd.

More details and ticket information on the event's page on Facebook, here.

Monday, August 12, 2019


It is with great sadness that we announce the death of Ralph E. Whittington (Clinton, Maryland), who passed away on August 6, 2019, at the age of 74. Ralph began his 36-year career at the Library of Congress out of high school and retired in 2000 as a curator of the main reading room. 

Ralph dedicated much of his life to archiving erotic films, magazines, and materials related to the adult entertainment industry. He served as a consultant to the Museum of Sex in New York City, the Erotic History Museum in Las Vegas, and the Institute for the Advanced Study of Human Sexuality, which granted him an honorary PhD. Ralph’s work was featured in The Washington Post, Spin magazine, Rolling Stone, and numerous other publications. Ralph also appeared on The Daily Show With Jon Stewart, The Howard Stern Show, and other radio and news programs, and was the subject of two documentary shorts by filmmaker Jeff Krulik, who dubbed him the “King of Porn.” 

Ralph had a wide range of additional interests, from motor sports and automobile history to attending high school football games, following athletic careers, and was always in search of a good barbecue joint. Also a lifelong music fan, he built a prized collection of rare and historically important R&B records, which have been donated to the Library of Congress. 

He was included in 2008-2009’s Dictionary of International Biography and in multiple editions of Who’s Who in America and Who’s Who in the World. Ralph is survived by a daughter, Amanda, her husband, Mike, and a grandson, Spencer. A celebration of Ralph’s remarkable life will be scheduled at a later date.  

"King of Porn" (1996) d. Jeff Krulik

A Farewell to the King

What I’ll miss most about Ralph is his shamelessness.

It's at the very heart of “King of Porn,” Jeff Krulik’s 1996 documentary profile. Over 6 minutes and 40-odd seconds, we’re introduced to Ralph, and Ralph’s world: His love of high-performance automobiles, his prized record collection, his taste for fine, fine tobacco…and a glimpse of his gargantuan, ever-expanding archive of pornography and sex-related materials—all exhaustively, methodically catalogued, inspired by the exacting standards favored by Ralph’s employer, the Library of Congress. (A glimpse of the collection is the most the documentary can manage; even a feature-length study would only scratch the surface of Ralph’s decades of accumulation, to say nothing of Ralph’s thoughts on each item’s relevance, and the reasons for its inclusion.)

“King of Porn” raised all kinds of questions. Who was this odd, unprepossessing middle-aged man in jacket and tie, with his hypnotic yet indefinable, possibly Southern accent? What was any one man possibly doing with so much pornography? And he works at the Library of Congress? And he’s living in his mother’s basement? Has he no shame?

Media interest in Ralph and his collection was duly piqued, and with Ralph’s willingness to accept high-profile public ribbing with good humor, the jokes just about wrote themselves. He made an ideal subject for quirky human interest stories, whether for Spin or Rolling Stone or the hipper urban weeklies. Ralph found himself the subject of media interest from all corners of the globe. He courted this attention, and he embraced it when it arrived. Shamelessly.

And then there’s the jewel of Ralph’s collection, an oft-replayed VHS documenting an occasion when his research crossed the threshold into participation: An explicit sex tape in which Ralph performed with busty industry vet Chessie Moore. (The shoot was a highly unconventional fan club perk.) Ralph took great pride in his participation, and it was a rare houseguest indeed who escaped Ralph’s company without a screening. (An eager Ralph showed it to me with great fanfare, after much advance hype, and his enthusiasm on the day was only slightly undercut by a few minor delays—first, in identifying the correct VHS tape; then, owing to technical difficulties with his ancient combination TV/VCR. In the end, he set me up in an impossibly cluttered guest bedroom, shutters drawn, to view it in solitude. Then, about halfway through the 20-minute-or-so running time, he startled me by suddenly popping his head into the room like a good ol’ boy jack-in-the-box, bellowing, “HOW WE DOIN’?”) Shamelessness on top of shamelessness.

* * *

Despite the wide recognition of the historical value and sociological interest in what was once considered cultural detritus, be it old comic strips, antique signage, or vintage cereal boxes, anything to do with pornography is still going to set tongues clucking. And candor about the stuff we avail ourselves of when the real thing is not an option (or use to supplement it when it is)—well, good luck with that. Serious documentation is not a priority.

Ralph saw this, and determined his role in the scheme would be a practical one. He recognized that there could be no fair hearing without evidence, no informed discussion without access. With no one else stepping up for duty, Ralph set about collecting that evidence himself, in as impartial a manner as he could. The ultimate evaluation of the material and determination of its importance was something he saw as best handled by others, somewhere down the road. Ralph simply assumed the responsibility of ensuring there would be historically relevant, adequately catalogued samples to consider.

That’s really an essential part of the story that was easy to miss in media accounts of Ralph and his collection, as on The Howard Stern Show, where Ralph was pitted against a Stern staffer in an ill-advised trivia quiz. But trivia-on-demand wasn’t Ralph’s strong suit; he was a big picture guy. Among the 4-hour DVD compilations, XXX-video ad slicks, and glossy beaver mags in Ralph’s carefully organized archives, one also finds vintage news clippings, like a snip about the introduction of the first swim trunks for men, a scandalously permissive development in its time. And obscure antique bawdy house coins, minted and distributed by whorehouses more than a century ago as in-house currency. (“House poke-her chips,” I can hear Ralph punning.) And so on. So while who did what to whom in scene three of a dirty babysitter DVD from 2003 was unquestionably of interest to Ralph, his larger mission was charting the evolution and development of sexual mores and attitudes, via a wide variety of sources.

Consider for a moment just how daunting a prospect that is. Understand that the costs of such a venture are coming out of the volunteer’s own pocket. Then ask yourself, who but a true blue, card-carrying horndog would even consider such an endeavor? Who else would be equal to the task? Who but a relentless, utterly shameless horndog like Ralph could even maintain the pace?

He couldn’t collect everything, of course. He followed current events, monitored the adult entertainment industry, and coordinated his efforts with video wholesalers sympathetic to his mission. He collected, indexed, and archived material he felt was historically important, which could be broadly broken into items relevant to the history of the adult entertainment industry, and items that uniquely reflect their era.

Accordingly, in conversations about his work, he was quick to separate provable, quantifiable facts from opinions or even reasonable assumptions. Even his “King of Porn” sobriquet required an asterisk in his view, since the title was initially conferred upon porn icon/casualty John Holmes, and has more recently been associated with porn survivor Ron Jeremy—both of whom, Ralph insisted, were infinitely more deserving of the honorific.

There was an unusual clarity to Ralph’s conversation when talk turned to sex, and talk always turned to sex. His attitudes were frank and remarkably unencumbered by prevailing social and societal norms. Library of Congress co-workers remember Ralph casually—shamelessly!—reading Hustler like the morning paper while carpooling to work. But his candid, unapologetic positions on matters considered controversial or inappropriate seemed honest reactions based on his own inclinations and experience. No political agenda. No social agenda. Ralph just really liked sex, porn, and just about anything to do with either, and he wasn’t shy about it. It was an interest—an obsession—that led him to his life’s work—work he approached with care, and took on at considerable personal expense. Box after impeccably catalogued box of old Seka tapes, swing magazines, Monica Lewinski novelties.… Dismiss it as a big waste of time if you like, plenty have. 

Not that how anybody else might feel about any of it appeared to factor prominently in Ralph's thinking. I liked to believe this was not so much him not giving a damn what other people thought, so much as his attention was occupied by what he saw as other, more pressing matters—like sex, dirty movies, fast cars, and old records.

It's too soon to know if history will smile on Ralph's efforts, if he will emerge in the final analysis as some kind of ahead-of-his time gonzo sociologist, X-rated free-speech champion, or latter-day hero of the sexual revolution. These are determinations better left to others. But I do know that Ralph was, by his own proud accounting, a cradle-to-grave horndog, that he truly loved sex and porn and sexy porny things, without apology. And that he put his time, his money, and his love of porn into his small, mostly unloved, not-yet/maybe-not-ever appreciated contribution to the sum total of human knowledge. Lofty talk for a lot of porn, but that is the truth of it.

He didn't do it because he thought it was brilliant stuff (though obviously, he liked a lot of it, a lot). He did it because, whatever your feelings about it, it's part of who we are in this time and place, and if he didn't document it, probably no one else would.

He saw an opening, and he filled it.

© 2019 Wyatt Doyle, all rights reserved.

Saturday, April 20, 2019

Kate Smith, etc.

 I'm not sure who was the first to shout "Kate Smith!" in a crowded hockey stadium, but it's a question worth asking. Certainly there are many who consider themselves left of the dial who are also petty people, but most of the people I know or know about who are working for change now don't have a lot of spare energy to research, let alone campaign against, offenses of a singer popular decades ago, as they are too busy fighting for things like housing, employment, and access to health care. Let's call that point A.

Point B: As any hack stand-up will tell you, hockey is a sport widely understood to be predominantly played by and enjoyed by white males, and it has a reputation for indulging physical violence more than most sports do. Now, who would be most interested in establishing a hot-button issue that might unify or even mobilize a group they perceive as being white males who might be receptive to violent behavior? I'm not sure what a left-leaning agenda gains from poking this particular bear. So as usual, it seems to me that it's the scumbags with power who have the most to gain from pursuing new ways to drive wedges and foment discord among groups of working people -- particularly at a time when a lot of working people are pushing back against the moneyed and powerful.

Point C: Before getting all riled up about how nothing is safe and no one is sacred, maybe the thing to be thinking about is not how hyper-sensitive some people are, but rather, just how many of our nation's sacred cows were involved in some very problematic shit. Some were steeped in it, while some simply walked in with a bit on their shoe; but it all got shit on the carpet, and it all helped us grow accustomed to the smell to the point of near passivity about it. So instead of freaking out over the uppity-ness of those calling such offenses out, consider another perspective. Namely, "Goddamn, look how racism, sexism, bias, and ugly thinking has been woven into damn near every move we've ever made as a nation!" If that doesn't give you real pause, you might not actually be as American as you think.

Point D: All people are flawed, and all people are problematic. This is the truth of us, despite decades of A&E Biography et al simplifying the lives of the influential for easier public consumption. The best way to honor someone we perceive as "great" on some level is to recognize that their life, like everyone's, is/was a balancing act between their flaws and limitations and their capacity for greatness. That the best lesson a life lived well can offer us is how they got past all the bullshit -- internal and external -- that threatened to capsize them and pull them under. These are the real lessons best taken from those we admire -- seeing them as they were as clearly as we're able. I like statues. I especially like that birds shit on them. I think of it as nature's way of reminding us of that balance I'm talking about.

Point E: Fuck hockey, fuck all pro sports (that corrupt, murderous, soul-taking industry), fuck meaningless, compulsory patriotism, fuck blind, two-fisted, uncritical allegiance to any person, place, or idea, and most of all, fuck any and all who would divide us by introducing arguments for the sole purpose of playing into and shoring up our fears and prejudices. In situations like this, "Who called the tune?" is just about always more interesting -- and relevant -- than whatever gets everyone so steamed in the first place.

Finally, Happy Borgnine Saturday! Because despite everything, it is Borgnine Saturday, and that's something worth celebrating.

© 2019 Wyatt Doyle, all rights reserved.

Monday, April 15, 2019


NYC soul punk legend Jon E. Edwards' career-spanning collection Continental/International is here at last!

 File Under: Party Soul. The cream of legendary performer Jon E. Edwards' hard-to-find studio recordings and unheard music. Includes the title song from the award-winning documentary Jon E. Edwards Is in Love and collaborations with Tony-winning artist Stew (Passing Strange, The Negro Problem). Soul grooves, punk energy. Funky bubblegum and heartbreak. Swagger and class. Continental/International. CD and download available everywhere from New Texture. Get it here.

Kicking it off right, here's the video for the album's first single, "Business Card," co-written with Stew:

Director: Will Vaultz /
Producer: Nicky Vegas / @nickvegasnewyork
Jon E on Instagram: @echelonltd

Album producer: Wyatt Doyle

Wednesday, January 9, 2019


Available NOW: The Men's Adventure Library proudly presents Pollen's Action, the big, new, hard-hitting collection of vintage pulp fiction illustrations by the late grandmaster Samson Pollen, edited by Robert Deis and Wyatt Doyle.

One of the greatest illustration artists whose work appeared in vintage men's adventure magazines (MAMs) from the 1950s to the 1970s, Pollen's specialty was action—dynamic, outrageous, larger-than-life action. His inventive compositions, experiments in perspective, and passion for visual storytelling made for a combustible mix, and Pollen embraced MAMs' freewheeling, over-the-top approach to entertainment, painting hundreds of jaw-dropping, explosive scenes captured at the moment of detonation.

Illustrating work from authors like Mario Puzo, Richard Stark, Norman Mailer, Ed McBain, Richard Wright, Don Pendleton, Erskine Caldwell, Walter Kaylin, Robert F. Dorr, and countless others, Pollen's immersive illustrations transported adventure-hungry readers from jungles to battlefields to raging seas to mean city streets. Samson Pollen painted it all—spectacularly.

The Men's Adventure Library follows the first-ever collection of the artist's illustrations, Pollen's Women, with Pollen's Action, a deluxe new volume collecting the cream of the artist's high-octane action paintings. Includes background and commentary by the editors and an introductory essay by the artist.

Created in collaboration with the artist, Pollen's Action is available as a 138-page deluxe hardcover from New Texture; buy it via Amazon HERE.

Preview 46 pages of the book:

Friday, December 7, 2018

Remembering Samson Pollen (1931-2018)

"The Brooklyn Outcast Who Ruled an Amazon Woman Paradise," Stag, January 1963. Courtesy The Robert Deis Collection. Art by Samson Pollen.

Artist Samson Pollen was one of the most dynamic and prolific illustrators to work in the men’s adventure magazines (MAMs) of the 1950s-1970s. Before and after his time in MAMs, Pollen painted numerous paperback covers in every genre, from two-fisted action series to teen books to romance novels. In recent years, Pollen collaborated with Men’s Adventure Library editors Wyatt Doyle and Robert Deis on a series of art books drawn from his significant archives. The first result of that collaboration, Pollen’s Women, was released in January 2018 to overwhelming acclaim. Further volumes are in process, and the second release, Pollen’s Action, was headed to press when we learned the sad news of the artist’s passing on December 4.

Working as an editor and publisher—particularly in tandem with Bob Deis on The Men’s Adventure Library series—has provided opportunities to meet and collaborate with some truly unique and fascinating artists. Their friendship changes my life for the better, and I treasure their insights on the worlds they inhabited and the eras they lived through, shared both through their creative expressions and in their patient interviews and testimony. But a sad caveat of working with those who’ve already lived full lives is that these wonderful, open-hearted people who you meet, befriend, collaborate with, and come to love, are called away long before you’re ready to say goodbye. Walter Kaylin. Reverend Raymond Branch. Robert F. Dorr. Harlan Ellison. Samson Pollen.

When I visited Samson and Jacqueline Pollen, they welcomed me warmly into their home like an old friend. To be able to observe their relationship that afternoon was a gift. Both of them were convinced beyond any doubt that the other hung the moon. Though in a sense it was his day—I was there to shake hands on our agreement to publish books collecting Sam’s artwork—Sam encouraged Jackie to show us a few of her recent pieces. Alive, wild, and abstract, it didn’t matter at all that they were very different from the figural style of painting that made Sam’s reputation. He was enthusiastic about her talent, and profoundly impressed by her drive to create. He praised her with artist-to-artist respect and admiration. It was clear she adored him, and just as clear that she still beguiled him completely.

Sam said they enjoyed listening to every kind of music together, even things some people might consider far out. He laughed a little when he told me recently how he and Jackie had spent the previous day listening to a performance by a Swiss yodeler. “The guy was fabulous!” he insisted. I believed him. And my mind keeps going back to that happy, enviable image: Sam and Jackie, sweethearts snug in their cozy home, two beautiful dreamers daydreaming together to music from a far-off mountaintop.

The last time I spoke with Sam, he said, “I think I approach everything the way I approach my art: If I can’t do it, do it again. Throw it away and start over. I’m pretty stubborn; I don’t give up so easily. I think that’s an important part of it, to stick with it. It’s so easy to quit on something. You can’t get it right, or you think it won’t be accepted, so you avoid facing it. That’s fear. There are people who live with fear, and that’s not good.” When I asked if he considered himself an especially confident person, he chuckled. “It’s been interpreted more as stubborn.”

Sam was a groundbreaking and prolific artist and visual storyteller. But even that magnificent career was only part of his own story. “I always had all kinds of hobbies,” he told me. “I loved to ice skate; I used to do that quite a bit. Chess, I used to love. I actually played a rated expert and came out even with him. I was deep into computers at one time. I built my own printing press. I built everything in my studio by myself—the hardware, everything. I always had to have some kind of challenge. And I managed to squeeze it all in, some way.”

You sure did, Sam. Hope they yodel where you are.

Text © 2018 Wyatt Doyle, all rights reserved.

Friday, September 28, 2018

JIMMY ANGELINA 6-track CD out now!

Out now: Solo recordings from Jimmy Angelina (The Last Coloring Book, The Last Coloring Book on the Left), singer/guitarist of Deer Meet and drummer from Whizzy, the mythical proto-punk-funk-rap group from NYC. Six tracks of ramshackle melodic punk-pop-indie slop!

Featuring the sensational, seat-shaking single, "Lend Me Your Rears":

Get the CD or download here!

Tuesday, May 1, 2018


"I Saw Havana Go Berserk" ... "Havana's Amazing Flesh Market" ... "Bayamo's Night of Terror" ... "Terror! Cuban Hell-Cats Scare Castro's Cutthroats" ... "Squirm in Hell, My Lovely Muchacha!"

The stories published in men's adventure magazines (MAMs) from the late 1950s through the late 1970s were notorious for their eye-popping, politically incorrect, often lurid artwork, their tough, unapologetic pulp fiction, and their exposé-style "news" articles designed to shock and titillate. Mixing fact with fiction and supplemented with sexy, violent pulp illustration art and photos, the magazines published hundreds of stories about Cuba and Fidel Castro, chronicling, illuminating, and dramatizing the earth-shaking events in Cuba in those explosive years in ways no other American print or electronic media did at the time—or has dared to since!

Men's Adventure Library Journal editors Robert Deis and Wyatt Doyle follow their acclaimed I Watched Them Eat Me Alive with the second installment of a new kind of anthology. An expertly curated selection of fast-paced, testosterone-boosted fiction and artwork with history and context supplied by the editors, Cuba: Sugar, Sex, and Slaughter's highlights include an exclusive pictorial reminiscence by men's adventure supermodel Eva Lynd, who reveals details of her time as an American showgirl and model in Havana in the final days before the revolution ... a portfolio from pantheon illustration artist Samson Pollen (Pollen's Women) ... and a thrilling account of international intrigue, adventure, and escape by Robert F. Dorr (A Handful of Hell), the celebrated and controversial author (and retired senior diplomat) to whom the book is dedicated.

Cuba: Sugar, Sex, and Slaughter is available as a 158-page softcover and as a 178-page expanded hardcover with additional content—20 more color pages of hard-hitting fiction and outrageous artwork.

Preview the book:

Buy the 158-page softcover HERE.
Buy the 178-page hardcover HERE.

Thursday, April 19, 2018


Two new collections of poetry by Eric Reymond.


Nimrodia, pronounced /nim-raw-di-a/ or /nim-row-di-a/, is the title of an imagined body of literature about the biblical king who is said to have constructed the Tower of Babel. The longest poem of the book imagines the king’s perspective on his famous tower, as well as that of his underlings, exploring the egotistical and altruistic inspirations for it. While visual art and ancient history are the starting point for most of the poems in this collection, the contemporary world intersects with these domains again and again. We are reminded that though language, culture, and time may divide us, these are also the forces that link us together.

Preview and buy it from Amazon HERE.

Sub-Sub Librarian, Extracts on a

The Sub-Sub Librarian is the figure imagined at the beginning of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick who compiles a list of “extracts,” or quotations and references, on whales. While Melville cheekily describes this librarian as “painstaking burrower and grubworm of a poor devil,” belonging to a “hopeless, sallow tribe,” the longest poem of Eric Reymond’s new book imagines the Sub-Sub Librarian as experiencing transcendence and illumination through his wide readings. Additional poems build on this theme, finding inspiration in texts as diverse as contemporary poetry, vocabulary quizzes, and course syllabi.

Preview and buy it from Amazon HERE.


from Nimrodia

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Waiting in Line

I was at the far end of the grocery store, following the long frozen-food trough that split the wide aisle into two lanes. It was early, and there weren’t many people shopping at that time of morning. The pace was slow, and still a little sleepy.

A tired looking woman on the other side of the trough squinted to read the small print on a package of seafood as her cart began to slowly roll away from her, toward the front of the store. Seemingly unmanned, it drifted a surprising distance of several feet. But as I came closer, I could see that the cart was actually being pushed by an impatient little boy of no more than 4 or 5, too small to reach the handlebar—or to even be visible from the front of his vessel.

I chuckled at the illusion, and told his mother I’d thought her cart was rolling off on its own. She looked over at her son. “That’s funny,” she said, and resumed her study of the frozen scallops.

Noting the brief exchange, the boy abandoned the cart to dash to his mother’s side. (Small as he was, even short distances meant sprinting.) Standing not much taller than the low freezer in front of him, he gave me a quick, close study—partly assuming the role of tiny protector, but mostly out of an instinct for not wanting to be left out of any possible fun.

“What’s up?” He shouted to me fearlessly across the trough.

“What’s up with you?” I replied.

A bright smile bloomed across his face. Kids—particularly kids with a lot of energy—are accustomed to having such bits of nonsense ignored entirely by grown-ups, so my acknowledgment alone was plenty.

By then his mother had already tossed the scallops in among the rest of her groceries and moved on. He skipped to catch up with her, climbing aboard the side of the shopping cart and riding merrily along as they pushed past the long procession of freezer doors.

I had everything I’d come for, so I made my way to the checkout line. There were only a few people, but the guy ahead of me had a full cart. A moment after I took my place in line, the little boy and his mother passed again, and he ran to me like a long-lost friend.

“Hey,” he said, a great big trickster’s grin on his face. He seemed to think he’d surprised me by turning up a second time. 

“Hey yourself.”

“You wanna play with me?”

“Well, I’m playing ‘Waiting in Line’ right now.”

He jumped to my side and stood straight, feet together, at a kind of attention. “Now I’m playin’ Waitin’ in Line with you.”

Unamused, his stoic mother promptly summoned him back. “Come on, June. We’re not ready to check out yet. We still have to find a few things.”

He looked up at me, maybe hoping I’d try to convince his mother to let him stay put.

“Junie!” She called firmly, raising her voice only slightly. “I said, let’s go.”

Obediently, he ran to her as she pointed their cart back down an aisle.

Ahead of me, the guy had split his groceries into three groups and was digging for a different credit card to use for the second portion of his purchases. There was only one cashier open, and the line behind me had begun to lengthen.

Suddenly, the little boy came rushing back into view, halting at the mouth of the aisle he’d just disappeared down, a few feet from the checkstands. Once he saw he had my attention, he began dancing in place at me, enthusiastically throwing down his own variation on the cabbage patch. He tossed his head back and started happily chant-singing,

“Waitin’ in line...waitin’ in line….”

Until, from a distant aisle, the impatient, disembodied voice of authority rang out:


© 2017 Wyatt Doyle, all rights reserved

Wyatt Doyle's latest book, I Need Real Tuxedo and a Top Hat!, is available now from New Texture. Buy it HERE.

Thursday, November 2, 2017

Big Like You

I was in line at the store. Behind me, a little old white lady in a crochet hat reached up and tapped a finger on my back.

“I wish I was big like you,” she whispered when I turned around.

“Why would you wish that?”

“Because then if anyone messed with me, I could just beat them up,” she replied, smiling sweetly.

© 2017 Wyatt Doyle

Wyatt Doyle's latest book, I Need Real Tuxedo and a Top Hat!, is available now from New Texture. Buy it HERE.

Friday, September 1, 2017


Considered the granddaddy of New York sex books, Josh Alan Friedman's Tales of Times Square remains the definitive account of Times Square’s inglorious era. A mecca of cheap thrills, ghetto entertainment and 25-cent fulfillment for our sexually bankrupt masses. In the decades before Disney helped castrate its urban ecosystem, Broadway and 42nd Street surpassed Sodom and Gomorrah. Bulldozed and rebuilt into lockstep with corporate America, Times Square now evokes nostalgia for the lost soul of New York.

Tales of Times Square was originally published by Delacorte Press in 1986. It has remained in print through numerous editions. This new podcast, Tales of Times Square: The Tapes is derived from scratch tapes made during Josh’s years embedded in depravity.

Listen to Episode 1: Pee Wee below:

Tales of Times Square: The Podcast is a co-production of Black Cracker Online/New Texture.

Thursday, July 6, 2017


Out today from New Texture and The Men’s Adventure Library: I Watched Them Eat Me Alive, a full-color illustrated look at the frequently outrageous “killer creature” genre of pulp fiction stories and artwork featured in vintage men’s adventure magazines from the 1950s through the 1970s.

From man-eating shellfish to vicious snakes, from revenge-minded pumas to flesh-eating squirrels and bloodthirsty otters (!), literally any member of the animal kingdom turned killer in the imaginations of the men’s adventure magazine editors, writers, and artists, and eager readers ate the stories up for decades. Men’s Adventure Library editors Robert Deis and Wyatt Doyle explore a bizarre and unique strain of hard-boiled pulp in this new, full-color collection, packed with tense stories of man vs. beast by men’s adventure greats like Walter Kaylin and Robert F. Dorr, and copiously illustrated with reproductions of spectacular covers and savage illustrations by “Weasels Ripped My Flesh” artist Wil Hulsey, Clarence Doore, and many others.

I Watched Them Eat Me Alive is available as a 106-page softcover for just $9.95, and in a deluxe 126-page hardcover edition for $24.95. The expanded hardcover features even more killer creature excitement, including ripsnorting work by pantheon men’s adventure artist Samson Pollen, and a long-lost tale of bloodthirsty crustaceans by SFWA Grand Master Robert Silverberg!

Order both editions from your local independent bookseller, or buy them via Amazon here...if you’ve got the guts!

Monday, July 3, 2017

The Wait

I started the day at the post office. A sixtysomething woman in line greeted me with a warm smile as I came in. She blushed a little as she explained that everything about me reminded her very much of her brother, dead some years now. She missed him terribly, and seeing me come through the door brought on a rush of happy memories. "That's why I smiled at you like that," she told me. Neither of us acknowledged that I’m white and he wasn't.

A few minutes later, the older black man behind me in line noticed the stooped, burly white man behind him was leaning heavily on a cane for support; he was damp with sweat and breathing hard from walking in the heat. He insisted the man move ahead of him to speed his wait. Inspired by the first man’s kindness, I encouraged the struggling man to move ahead of me, too. The man behind me went on to extend the same courtesy to the Syrian mother and daughter in hijab who had now moved into place behind him, because they were holding large boxes that looked heavy. They shared friendly smiles and thanked him, but by then the line was moving, and they said they’d wait their turn. A pleasant conversation had struck up between the woman who'd initially greeted me and the white lady in front of her, who was about the same age. They were strangers, but joked gently about their husbands like a pair of old friends. I almost had to remind myself I was in a slow line—at the post office!—on a sweltering July day. It was hard not to be affected by the graciousness and goodwill in the room.

Outside, I passed a woman in a crisp black T-shirt. The silkscreened image wasn't a rapper or pop star, but an elegant portrait of W.E.B. Du Bois, an American who famously said, “I believe that all men, black and brown and white, are brothers, varying, through Time and Opportunity, in form and gift and feature, but differing in no essential particular, and alike in soul and in the possibility of infinite development.” I told her I liked her shirt.

America’s still here, if you’re looking.

Text and photo © 2017 Wyatt Doyle

Wyatt Doyle's latest book, I Need Real Tuxedo and a Top Hat!, is available now from New Texture. Buy it HERE.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Pretty Sleazy, Photobucket or: Why the Site Looks Like Hell

You may have noticed all the big, ugly dials and PLEASE UPDATE YOUR ACCOUNT notices where our site's images used to be. That URL that promises "important info"? It takes you to a whole lot of nothing, so don't waste your time checking it out. Here's what's really going on:

Most of the images on our site are hosted by a service called Photobucket. This service has been offered at no charge for as long as we've been using it. But recently, with no advance warning or notice to its customers, Photobucket pulled a fast one and blocked our site's access to our images, demanding a ransom of $400 per year to restore access. We're not the only site affected by it; lots of sites use the service for image hosting. You can read more about the whole sleazy turn of events in this post from PC World 

Photobucket's behavior couldn't be more underhanded. Of course businesses have the right to charge for their services, but a little advance notice that things were changing was the very least Photobucket could have done for its users. It's such a throat-cutting move, we have to wonder if there's not some kind of accounting scheme straight out of The Producers in play here, where the company is in a position to reap tremendous profits from its own sudden demise. After all, who could ever trust the company again?

We're not paying Photobucket's ransom, so this site (and Josh Alan Friedman's Black Cracker Online, and Rev. Branch's site, and most of our affiliated sites) will look pretty crappy while we reconfigure. Hang in there with us, we'll be back, looking better than ever. Photobucket's future, on the other hand, is looking considerably less rosy.


Wednesday, June 14, 2017


I Need Real Tuxedo and a Top Hat!, a collection of photos and stories by Wyatt Doyle (Stop Requested), is available now from New Texture.

Click HERE to purchase the 88-page trade softcover edition for $16.95, or the deluxe, 104-page expanded hardcover edition with superior image reproduction and additional content for $29.95.

Preview the book below:

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Stanley J. Zappa at Casse-Tête 2017

Casse-Tête: A Festival of Experimental Music, June 15th to 18th, 2017, at Theatre North West in Prince George, BC.

photo: Troglosound

New Texture's Stanley J. Zappa will perform with his Quintet on Friday the 16th, and as part of ManZap on Saturday the 17th. Full schedule below, and more info at

Sing-Song Songs by Stanley J. Zappa is available now from New Texture. Buy it here.

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Jimmy Angelina & Wyatt Doyle Interviewed

We Are Cult's James Gent interviews The Last Coloring Book's Jimmy Angelina and Wyatt Doyle! Click HERE to read it.

And click HERE to buy the book. Preview what's inside below:

Read Kendra Steiner Editions' Bill Shute's thoughts on The Last Coloring Book HERE.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Jooklo Zappa on Tour!

Jooklo Zappa Europe Tour 2017!

MAY 06: TROGLOFESTA, Case del Vento, Chiesuola di Russi (RA), Italy
MAY 12: Het Bos Antwerp, Belgium
MAY 13: In De Ruimte Gent, Belgium
MAY 14: Rumsteek Oui Rumsteek, Bruxelles, Belgium
MAY 17: Nouveau Garage, St Julian, France
MAY 18: Le Périscope, Lyon, France
MAY 19: Circuit centre d'art contemporain - Lausanne, Switzerland
MAY 20: Fri Art - Centre d'art de Fribourg / Kunsthalle Freiburg, Switzerland
MAY 21: La Cave 12, Geneve, Switzerland
MAY 23: KROCH, Stockholm / Sweden / Finland
MAY 24: Mental Alaska at Hard Rock House, Helsinki, Finland
MAY 25: Mayhem Kbh, Copenhagen, Denmark
MAY 26: West Germany Venue, Berlin, Germany
MAY 27: Kaiola festibala, Galdakao, Basque Country
MAY 28: Fanfulla, Rome, Italy
MAY 29: Bar Chupito, Perugia, Italy

Follow the Jooklo Zappa tour blog HERE.

Stanley J. Zappa's Sing-Song Songs is available NOW as a CD or download. Get it HERE.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Josh Alan Plays NYC, February 3 @ The Cutting Room

Josh Alan's back in the city, for one night only!

Catch him at The Cutting Room, 44 E 32nd St, NYC on Friday, February 3rd.

Doors at 6:30, the hits start at 7:30.

Get yer tickets while you can from the Cutting Room's website, HERE.

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Josh Alan's "Theme From SHAFT" + December Dates

Music video for "Theme From Shaft," available on Sixty, Goddammit. Shot by New Texture's Andy Biscontini (NY) and Jeff Liles (TX), and cut by nu luna author Biscontini.

Damn right.


Catch Josh Alan LIVE in Texas:

Thursday, December 1, / 9:30 pm
McGonigel's Mucky Duck · Houston, TX

Tuesday, December 6 (w/David Bromberg) / 7:00 pm
The Kessler · Dallas, TX

Thursday, December 8 / 6:30 pm
Antone’s · Austin, TX

Josh Alan's new album, Sixty Goddammit, is available here.

Wednesday, October 19, 2016


Preview over 40 pages of The Last Coloring Book!

The Last Coloring Book by Jimmy Angelina and Wyatt Doyle is a 130-page oversized, illustrated softcover. Buy it via Amazon here.

The Last Coloring Book is recommended for mature readers.

Booksellers/wholesale inquiries please contact LastColoringBook (at) gmail (dot) com

Friday, October 7, 2016

Josh Alan's Lick of the Day (No. 8)

"Playing live for Don O's program on KNON 89.3 at 7pm Texas time tonight (Friday). Gearing up for Josh Alan at Sons of Hermann Hall, Sat. Oct. 8th. Broadway star John Kuether will perform two numbers with me at the show on Saturday. Here's Lick of the Day #8."

Counting down to the Sixty, Goddammit album release party/concert at Sons of Hermann Hall (Oct. 8th), one lick at a time:

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture

Thursday, October 6, 2016

Josh Alan's Lick of the Day (No. 7)

"I was thinking of Strawberry Fields." Counting down to the Sixty, Goddammit album release party/concert at Sons of Hermann Hall (Oct. 8th), one lick at a time:

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

Josh Alan's Lick of the Day (No. 6)

Counting down to the Sixty, Goddammit album release party/concert at Sons of Hermann Hall (Oct. 8th), one lick at a time:

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Josh Alan's Lick of the Day (No. 5)

Counting down to the Sixty, Goddammit album release party/concert at Sons of Hermann Hall (Oct. 8th), one lick at a time:

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture

Monday, October 3, 2016

Josh Alan's Lick of the Day (No. 4)

Counting down to the Sixty, Goddammit album release party/concert at Sons of Hermann Hall (Oct. 8th), one lick at a time:

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture

Out Now: THE LAST COLORING BOOK by Jimmy Angelina & Wyatt Doyle

Put the crayons down. The Last Coloring Book by Jimmy Angelina and Wyatt Doyle is available today.

Described as "a coloring book for adults who buy coloring books, and those who don't," the 130-page oversized, illustrated softcover has a retail price of $14.95 USD and is available for preview and purchase via Amazon here.

The Last Coloring Book is recommended for mature readers.

Booksellers/wholesale inquiries please contact LastColoringBook (at) gmail (dot) com

Friday, September 30, 2016

Josh Alan's Lick of the Day (No. 3)

Counting down to the Sixty, Goddammit album release party/concert at Sons of Hermann Hall (Oct. 8th), one lick at a time:

Josh Alan's new album is Sixty, Goddammit.

From Black Cracker Music/New Texture