I find it funny that the Chicago hipsters at pitchfork were so chomping at the bit to find flaws with Soundgarden in the mid-’90’s. They’re like tossing in their beds mulling it all over: it was “Rhinosaur”! I knew it! The rhythm guitar part during Kim Thayil’s ear-bleeding distortion is slightly desultory! Mu-hah-hah! Well, whether … Read more“A Little Rock and Roll Pontificating Via the Down on the Upside Didactic”
Well, South Bend, Indiana, how does it feel? You have possibly the best grassroots rock scene in the nation. And IIII’ve lived lots of places, and IIII’ve listened to a lot of rock music, and IIII have 1,000 CD’s sitting on my bedroom floor right now, having discarded 1,000 more in the last four years. … Read more“On South Bend Indiana’s Nationally Elite Grassroots Rock Scene”
Well, South Bend, Indiana, how does it feel? You have possibly the best grassroots rock scene in the nation. And IIII’ve lived lots of places, and IIII’ve listened to a lot of rock music, and IIII have 1,000 CD’s sitting on my bedroom floor right now, having discarded 1,000 more in the last four years. … Read more“South Bend, Indiana- The Best Grassroots Rock Scene in the Nation (Fall 2014)”
Would I want an eraser To erase what I said. . Did I talk out of turn, Did I burp, ribbit, Standing and stroking my mouth With an index finger During the standardized test, Scribbling pencils befalling scowls.
One of the uniquenesses of this life Is that you CAN take without giving It’s just not a reality everywhere else… And so it’s what everyone do here. But then, Sometimes there are those smiling eyes Falling from the ceiling fan.
I see you as the first fright of aura After we’ve come all these years, . And I am the laughing board, The pigment of this travel never done, But just to know you, To set us both to karate chop off our couches.
It’s hard to remember why I first liked band of Skulls. The reason is product. They make product, though their music used to not seem like it. I remember pumping Baby Darling Doll Face Honey loud and proud, driving around on cloudy late-fall days or whatever, and trumpeting the band’s histrionics to all my closest … Read more“Band of Skulls: Standing Statuesque at Attention”
I looked in my bag of granola again today, and sure enough, again, there were seven lucky box tops in there. I have to be careful of them, they’re so small and metal. But it all evens out in the end, see. See, if I go to the post office and mail them to the … Read more“17 Lucky Box Tops”
I started reading this Bob Dylan biography yesterday, Time Out of Mind / The Lives of Bob Dylan by Ian Bell, finding a lot of it well-written and beautifully phrased. The problem is, I wish it would have been a little more “out of mind.” To start, it deals with the ’60’s. No decade in … Read more“Time Out of Mind and Poetical American Golden Boy-ing”
Well, it’s another year, and another set of familiar faces atop pitchfork’s “Best New Music” listing. So why don’t I feel jazzed when I hear a new Spoon song in a bar? The old guy next to me is nodding his head to it with his beer. Is it just that I hold them to … Read more“Spoon and the Cognitive-Dissonance-By-Good-Enough Trap”