We at Sword HQ deeply disapprove of using the Ivy card to pimp a semi-masturbatory tale about being an intellectual in an anti-intellectual industry. Still, Sam’s not a bad writer.  We especially enjoy this quote, from the prologue:

The Los Angeles adult film industry — the one that I came to know — was rife with low-level crooks. It brimmed with apathetic hacks, emotionally abusive lighting technicians, nearsighted strippers, foul-tempered pimps, unrepentant drug addicts, and members of the Republican Party… But in spite of the sleaziness — or perhaps because of it — porn was somehow beautiful. It was an alien landscape: fascinating in texture, given to frequent bursts of light. Porn was dangerous, and without doubt dishonorable, but I was innocent. I assumed I had the moral and artistic potency to change it for the better. I would make porn safe for the artists, the bookworms, the hippies. It was going to be my Peace Corps.

Hey, some of our best friends are unrepentant drug addicts and nearsighted strippers! Inevitably, Sam went back to being a yoga hippie, and now feels his story’s worth telling. What we dig more than his book is this interview he gave to WMFU’s blog about porn music of the 70s and 80s, and this stellar example from a Kay Parker film that he describes as sounding ” like Trevor Horn went into a coma while at the mixing board.” We couldn’t agree more.

Preview or download the book here, and below, a graphic-novel treatment about a solo film Sam made, starring himself.

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Why 70’s porn music was never “classic,” why 80’s porn music is far superior (even though it’s much worse), and the disingenuous lie of the “bow-chicka-bow-wow” phrase… (WMFU Blog)