Pill Head

a memoir by Joshua Lyon

Sep 26

Seppuku Paradigm - Your Witness

Martyrs

I watched Martyrs the other night, a French horror film that messed with my mind so badly that I’ve fallen into a severe depression for the past two days. It’s dark stuff and really hard to get through, particularly the last thirty minutes. But the end is worth it if you can stick with it. Above is the song from the end credits, played over footage from Anna And Lucie’s childhood. This music has been haunting me.

Sep 13

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Powerhouse Arena party!

RSVP to this event I’m doing with Lesley Arfin and Benoit Denizet-Lewis! Info above.

Aug 27

One more reason why I love the French. I can’t imagine what feelings this must evoke in someone who hasn’t seen the movie, it probably just seems weird. But when you watch it in context with the entire film it’s one of the most unsettling scenes ever. Calvaire. Rent it.

Aug 26

Triple D

This is killing me. Especially the episode about Beatrice Inn. And weirdly, the day after I watched all the episodes in a row, I met two of the main girls at a show at Mercury Lounge. They’re friends with my friend Scottie, who is in Pill Head, but not by name. Tiny world!!

Aug 15

At the Hollywood Forever cemetary. Of course.

Reading at the first ever Los Angeles Literary Death Match. The judges told me I advanced to the next round because they were scared I might relapse if I didn’t.

LA....Why Not?

I’ll tell you why. Trips to the desert turn into discoveries of crime scenes involving piles of women’s underwear half buried in the sand. You can almost kill a guy on a motorcycle when he suddenly cuts in front of you and flies through the air onto the concrete. Men on steroids threaten to beat you up because you walk by their house. You’ll only come in second place at a Literary Death Match. The only celeb you’ll see is Mandy Moore, who doesn’t recognize you even though you sat next to each other at a dinner party last year. Mysterious blood stains will appear on the wall next to the medicine cabinet in the apartment you stay in. You just might accidently drop $500 on a fucking umbrella at Yves Saint Laurant when you’re supposed to be getting coffee while your friend is in a meeting.

But it’s all worth it when you return home and your boyfriend texts you to look out the window, and when you do, he’s pulling a Say Anything, complete with a boombox held high over his head on the street below.

Hi, New York. I’ve missed you.

Aug 06

Casey spilled a cutting board covered in bleach all over his shirt and the resulting stain formed an image of the Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus!!

See it??

Those seeking pilgrimage should come to The Outpost at 1014 Fulton Street in Brooklyn. Rubbing his belly is good luck. I should know.