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In this Rolling Stone exclusive, Ken Hegan gets kidnapped by porn stars for a frathouse porn invasion. It’s 9:50 p.m. on a warm saturday night. an unmarked van enters Isla Vista, a Santa Barbara suburb packed with tanned skateboarders and cyclists. Seconds from the beach and the University of California at Santa Barbara, Isla Vista…
By Ken Hegan for The Georgia Straight The Vancouver suburb of Maillardville was a ghost town on Friday night, as 18,000 Franco-friendlies stuffed into GM Place to witness the sold-out singing spectacle that is Celine Dion. Too excited to witness Quebecois royalty by myself, I tricked a beer buddy into accompanying me by bragging that…
By Ken Hegan for The Georgia Straight (1997) Benson & Hedges’ ‘Symphony of Fire’ must be banned. But it’s not the noise, cigarette company sponsorship, or the air pollution that’s thick enough to choke a stone. No, it’s time we stopped the fireworks because they’re so comprehensively LAME. To the ill-timed beat of feeble little…
By Ken Hegan for The Georgia Straight The concert poster said “Remember your first kiss? Imagine it three hours long.” Yeah, I remember my first kiss. We were 13 and standing in a frozen orchard that stunk of dog shit and pulp mill. She wore a Cowichan sweater and the sharpest braces ever devised. Prying…
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