About Jay Babcock
I am an independent writer and editor based in Tucson, Arizona. I publish LANDLINE at jaybabcock.substack.com
Previously: I co-founded and edited Arthur Magazine (2002-2008, 2012-13) and curated the three Arthur music festival events (Arthurfest, ArthurBall, and Arthur Nights) (2005-6). Prior to that I was a district office staffer for Congressman Henry A. Waxman, a DJ at Silver Lake pirate radio station KBLT, a copy editor at Larry Flynt Publications, an editor at Mean magazine, and a freelance journalist contributing work to LAWeekly, Mojo, Los Angeles Times, Washington Post, Vibe, Rap Pages, Grand Royal and many other print and online outlets. An extended piece I wrote on Fela Kuti was selected for the Da Capo Best Music Writing 2000 anthology. In 2006, I was somehow listed in the Music section of Los Angeles Magazine's annual "Power" issue. In 2007-8, I produced a blog called "Nature Trumps," about the L.A. River. From 2010 to 2021, I lived in rural wilderness in Joshua Tree, Ca.
Arthur Magazine 
Pinchbeck listens whilst Sting compares bass guitar to llama racing. “They’re fucking basically the same bloody thing.”
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“Daniel, what I have come to realize is that we are both out of touch ego-maniacal shit heads with messianic complexes who over-intellectualize actual suffering for our own personal gain…”
“Go on, Gordon, Quetzalcoatl told me you’d say this.”
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“See Daniel, if we go by the Mayan long count, I can actually maintain an erection for 26 hours…”
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Daniel: “You see Sting, due to the immanentization of the eschaton due in 2012, we should go to Burning Man together and experience an Ayahuasca ritual, to prepare and purify our psychedelic souls.”
Sting: “Daniel, de do do do, de da da da is all I want to say to you.”
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These two men remain at large and should be considered dangerous.
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Well, we’re not going to get enlightened sitting in this overpriced restaurant. Want to make out?
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“I was hospitalized last year for approaching perfection.”
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Mephistopheles is not your name, but you still got me wrapped around yer finger, Daniel, with this Quatza-whatever-the-fuck-his name-is bullshit!
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In a momentary lapse of judgement, Sting mentions his time with the Police, triggering Pinchbeck’s reflexive pants-shitting due to the ounce of cubensis in his coat pocket.
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truth be told, i have never actually met anybody named roxanne, i just really hate red lights.
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” …and after my spirit animal Tiger-Might purred, signaling the viagra quandry answered, i realized dave… This really is a new age before us, and im beginning to think maybe it was yanni who was right all along…”
“Well said! An instant syncronicity. I was just thinking that sting… also, could i stay at your place in 2013, brother?”
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Well Daniel, Now that youve anointed yourself psychedeilic guru of the millenials i need to tell you something. Being a tantric doucebag is hard, no pun intended.
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Daniel Pinchbeck listens in disappointment while Sting breaks the news to him that the cosmic beings he saw on ayahuasca were merely the many tips of Sting’s spirit-penis poking through the void.
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Orchid in the Background: I am Stuck Between A Whack and a Weird Place
(ps the film this still is taken from is playing in nyc this weekend. you could host an mst3k live caption contest)
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two white men discuss tribal coolness
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