In September 2002, the issue of Rolling Stone depicted a group of skinny, floppy-haired Australians on the cover, lads who generally resembled Silverchair in appearance and country of origin. The group was The Vines, now somewhat of an obscure name, but at this time depicted prominently, with, oddly enough, the band names “The Strokes / […]
You can quantify this day, if you want, if it’s that important to you. It’s of an odd-numbered date. It’s an even-numbered level of degrees outside, a quanitifable barometric pressure. You can quantify the amount of cocaine that’s been sold in loud, well-lit big cities since 1997, and you can survey the amount of years […]
In the distance, a strange, gentle and spooky ode plays, wafting out of my speakers like majestic smoke from Alice in Wonderland. It’s Jefferson Airplane’s “Triad”; an acoustic Grace Slick number with no drums on which she croons nicely, but with guttural emphasis, nonetheless, about her two lovers, the three of them in total encompassing […]
Now, I must say it’s true: you haven’t known frustration until you’ve been an English degree holder working wage jobs that don’t require a high school diploma. Still, at many instances in life, I can look back with pride at my academic exposure to literary study, and the novel is still a format I appreciate […]
In general, Rob Thomas’ 2019 single “Can’t Help Me Now” works decently well, refreshing right away for just the simple boon of not being a sappy piece about a girlfriend, yet transmissible to grocery store playlists anyway. Here, Thomas favors almost a sort of little kid hissy fit: “I don’t wanna fight / I don’t […]
There’s an age-old knock against Led Zeppelin: that all of their success stems from essentially ripping off the early blues boys. Of course, in addition to being completely asinine, as their most famous song, the eight-minute “Stairway to Heaven” utilizes neither blues scale nor structure, it’s also hypocritical, since other bands like the Stones made […]
Now, “antidepressants” is kind of a misnomer, as the source of my mental struggles was kind of like the opposite — like always being in a white-hot light of attention, interaction and voluminousness of the mind. I needed to get stripped down a bit. It was the end of my sophomore year at Indiana University, […]
There’s an astonishing chasm between reality and gesture. Behind dark eyes, we retreat, we attempt at a paradigm to make sense of what’s around us. Eventually, something gets our wheels churning again, gets us back to the primal authority of the sounds of our own voices, gets us back to liking “us” better than “them.” […]