Regarding optimism, tech acquisitions, digital art, bands eating it on stage, Scoot McNarry, Canadian post-rock, getting sick, lesser QOTSA songs, squash, expectations, not reading, women in music, sending post-punk to hell, and grief.
Maybe this year will be better than the last.
I got a new keyboard for Christmas. Mechanical. Has higher keys, makes a satisfying “click” sound when you type. Not exactly like a typewriter but not far off. Probably going to annoy the hell out of my wife, but I love the damn thing. Plus, it’s got a bunch of colors, which makes it look…
Love 2 make lists.
That which dies shall still know life in death for all that decays is not forgotten and reanimated it shall walk the world in the bliss of not-knowing.
It’s all right there in the headline.
Emily Robb’s “How to Moonwalk.”
Oh, you thought you weren’t going to see me? I’m the Osiris of this shit!
It isn’t so much that I can’t “buy these things correctly,” per say – the exchange of money for goods and services takes place, so the actual procurement aspect goes off without a hitch – it’s more that buying these items under the specific conditions outlined means accepting a remarkably high risk of the item…
You know, if someone has to tell you that the heart of rock and roll is still beating, that means it probably isn’t, or at least that person might not be a reliable messenger vis-a-vis hearts.
I HAVE to start giving these blogs better titles.
Love it if we made it, and more songs from the internet.
One Nate, Big Cup
Are you still in high school or are you 33?
Excitable Boy, they all said.
Burning an obvious one early so I can get this blog post in.
Extra! Extra! Read All About It!
A jingle for the product.
Just in the same way that MTV would occasionally turn me on to a new band (usually between the hours of 2-5 a.m., usually between the ages of 12 and 15, sometimes for good and sometimes for ill), the god-computers that run Spotify Discover Weekly will, at rare times, find the right frequency and provide…
Always done for.
Dirty numb cracking boy.
Regarding Gami Gang.
It’s not really about Jesus, chill out.
Regarding theory and art-metal.
I am, once again, writing about the Constantines
These are the town’s secrets.
I’ve been going ham / shorty upgrade from bologna.
This landline has really drawn us together in a cool way.
We’re monitoring the situation.
Take me on your motorcycle.
Further dispatches from Bandcamp.
You must beware the night shower, you see.
Remember rap videos? Great stuff.
Dispatches from Bandcamp.
Live music is dead, long live live music. Long live Boot & Saddle, too.
Missing Grandma’s birthday.
The shadow I remember.
This photo is not a crime, just an embarrassment.
Regarding (the) Men.
Man remembers song.
You’re out of your mind.
Back before Spotify was the end of all physical music, it was curiosity (“holy shit, I get every song ever for $10 a month? This is never going to work”) and a fledgling social network. Vestiges of this still exist, but it was once much more user-focused; send songs, share playlists, see what people were…
I love to hear my friends and family describe episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Writing online in 2021 means coating every sentence in obfuscation and irony, but I mean this sincerely. The people in my life who enjoy Curb Your Enthusiasm really seem to get a lot of joy from it, and I like to…
Perfect Song Friday is a recurring feature in which a perfect song is highlighted on Friday. If you would like to suggest a song for Perfect Song Friday, please start your own blog. This Friday’s Perfect Song: Jamie T’s “Tescoland” An admission up front: The most perfect version of the song is the version without…
I have seen Longmire and desire no more of it.
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