“If the Entire World Refuses to Acknowledge the Difference between Bluetooth and Analog Sound, Why Shouldn’t I?”

Really, despite my maniacal tirades during the Vinyl Me, Please craze of colored records and hip-hop vinyl plugging [1], I’ve always loved vinyl. I have this memory of a religious experience in my life, for instance, which was hearing my mom’s Neil Young – Decade LP, and its closeur, “Long May You Run”; on wax. … Read more“If the Entire World Refuses to Acknowledge the Difference between Bluetooth and Analog Sound, Why Shouldn’t I?”

“One for Rocko’s Modern Life.”

I remember, vaguely, the surreal worlds, the constant bevy of funny characters and the refreshingly low-budget aesthetic, as if some sort of phenomenological process were taking place within comedy, within television and within my life. I remember Nancy Kerrigan getting attacked and everybody making fun of her, including, I think, a dude at the Academy … Read more“One for Rocko’s Modern Life.”

“Winwood Piece, or, on Definition through Abstraction within Models of the Idee Fixee”

I’m sitting here on a sunny Sunday off, looking ahead to spring and just vibing off of my everyday life right now. In my mind is a sort of thermal, spiraling sense of bright spirit — I’m not sure if it’s because I work with Jamaican people now or what (literally in the kitchen five … Read more“Winwood Piece, or, on Definition through Abstraction within Models of the Idee Fixee”

“Band of Horses and Interpol Are Dead”

* There’s a 1966 play by Tom Stoppard referencing two characters from Hamlet, titled “Rosencrantz and Gildenstern Are Dead.” The titular information is provided, ipso facto, as a plain fact attached to no emotional undulation, such as, hearing, say, in true postmodern fashion, “Jimmy Kimmel is slated to host Sunday’s academy awards.”  .. Around the … Read more“Band of Horses and Interpol Are Dead”

“Pitting Seinfeld and The Simpsons Together as Cultural Foils, as Particularly Pertains to the Classic Rock Element of ‘Psychedelia’”

In the downtown area of South Bend, Indiana, my hometown, the State Theater sits conspicuously empty, and now, even boarded up. It’s a minor disappointment — probably not as grave as the giant, still-vacant College Football Hall of Fame, which, to my knowledge, hasn’t had any foot traffic in about 13 years or so. Still, … Read more“Pitting Seinfeld and The Simpsons Together as Cultural Foils, as Particularly Pertains to the Classic Rock Element of ‘Psychedelia’”