Dolby Disaster

I see her head suspended in a song, In regretting her own face, She gazes down at her task With the winter wisping Only five months away, Reminding of itself Through the dusty ceiling tiles, Down

I see a yellow bleed down slowly through her eyes, Bumblebee eyes, Like something she regrets, As the day juices me Into a dried symbol of the past With a Houston Rockets jersey on.

I discovered the Dandy Warhols (though having heard their whip-appealing name before) in 2002, the year I graduated high school. 13 Tales from Urban Bohemia was dark, syrupy and luscious, a sort of Jesus and Mary Chain for someone who doesn’t want to drive a screwdriver through their own head. But mistake not, the album … Read more“Who’s Afraid of the Dandy Warhols?”

Well, give the fence a kiss already, By the blooms with the trees. You were just saying how good this side of town smelled, And then without the conclusions of this, Men’s bodies lining the deep pits In the auditorium

I’m sitting here listening to Fleet Foxes. Much like Stephen Malkmus, he finds himself cooped up in an urban environment on the west coast, wishing for a “range life.” Except in his case, it’s an “orchard.” Helplessness Blues is not enigmatic anthem domain the way their self-titled debut was, which is why it took me … Read more“Carnivorous Families”

Oddly, a lot of times the shape of music is opposite that with which a person would live: for example the lead singer of a band like Helmet or Loudermilk might be really peaceful in real life, but be unable to release, to quench the inner self of its need to violently express. So hard rock … Read more“On the Significance of Mellowness in Quentin Tarrantino’s ’90’s Movies”

Jayson Greene’s review of Atlas, the new Real Estate album, transposes several traits onto the aural canvas that are not explicit. First, he ascribes Real Estate frontman Martin Courtney with a “cosmic gratitude,” this derived simply from the lines of “Had to Hear,” the album’s opener: “I don’t need the horizon / To tell me … Read more“On the Phantom Brooding/Gratitude Continuum in Real Estate and its Historical Torque”

Sometimes you see a face, and the long journey up to it might be two years, and it’s neither harder nor easier than climbing an elevator shaft filled with money, but at discovery, you might be transfixed or unable to focus, wanting nothing but to keep the feeling. The coal rushes over from Chicago, tips … Read more“Science is the Opposite of Life”

I turned around a rampart and saw a little girl on the ground. This startled me. For a second, by seeing this girl, I relinquished my own identity. But then, it’s late in the day. No one’s birdsong relays this time of day. When I walked past her I transmitted a sort of disapproval, and … Read more“Society”

Society tells her, strive for something, But like lots of people, she turns inward for this.   As the moments pass, She grows angry at the lack of action, Seeing the grave in plain sight Between two trees.   Promises She won’t believe As her kids taste the harbinger aspects Of sidewalk play