by Tracy Lyall Songs of 70s rock stars are fading, with old albums—vinyl records in colorful covers stacked on top of each other, thirty, forty at a time—lying dormant in a thrift-store window display. The roller rink is closed down, wooden floors scratched by skate wheels, molding and mildewing. The…
By Joe Giordano I attended the Consumer Electronics Show in Vegas, and Samsung hosted a dinner at Restaurant Guy Savoy in Caesar’s Palace. After coffee, men in togas and women in Roman-style, white, frilly things came to give us head and neck massages. A thirties blonde caught my attention. Her…