Upon a moment of satisfaction and integral self-realization, I feel, notice and acknowledge that I am defined by the things on this Earth that shift me I’ve felt, as a native of an economically maligned municipality, That life is a negative warzone, And that legislation and society are moot, Subservient to simple force, Like in … Read more“Knowing a Thin”
Oh yeah, I said. This part of downtown seems chill. The reality is not hinged upon shrapnel as over these. During these light years, the man sips a tiny glass of juice. I bought him that drink, one time. The moment of drinking the drink, now, with the glass grabbing his hand, devours him carnivorously, … Read more“This Part of Downtown”
There was a nerdy looking chap sitting to the fore. I was jealous, because he was fiddling around with this little control panel. My mind turned to Velveeta cheese when I looked at one of those things and then attempted to cogitate. I never looked back at the cooks. One, and then another. That’s how … Read more“The Word on the STreet”
Lily Allen put out a really crappy album in 2008 or so. But the title says it all: It’s Not Me, It’s You. It’s the papa razzi, those snapping photos of her, exploiting her physical assumption in lieu of the songwriting. I mean, just imagine how creeped out you’d be if you were this girl. … Read more“How Lily Allen Defies the Very Notion of Music Criticism”
I was thinking of crazy times out in Colorado recently, high on a lot of substances, and “The Fake Headlines” came to mind, rushing around in a car like everybody else, trying to get ahead of everybody else, like everybody else. I didn’t even think of Electric Version or Twin Cinema. I’ve been on a … Read more“The New Pornographers: The Big-Drum Bullies That They Always Were”
The New Pornographers, now, with Together, may have created pop music to transcend the visceral. The truths of an aging, vulnerable person are always boring, though, which is why we root for the Michael Stipes and Carl Newmans, and gloss over the R.E.M. lyrics that are like, “I want everything now”, and “We’ll show the … Read more“Keep Your Ear on the Moving Target: Pop and The National”
In case anyone was wondering or doesn’t know already, Bukowski was wrong about Shakespeare, he was a genius of spellbinding moxie. Of course, Bukowski was more like a machine than he was a man — he was like some fan that shoots out wind and beer and makes funny noises. I mean, one time apparently … Read more“On Shakespeare’s Curiously Befouling and Pardoned Agnosticism”
Cut Copy have a “limited palette” (cokemachineglow.com), and they excessively “get… to the point” (pitchfork). Just to preface this, cokemachineglow are a bunch of stuffed musical terds, to paraphrase Bukowski, and they would not be satisfied without a portfolio — a sort of proof of the artist having obnoxiously turned over every stylistic stone availably … Read more“That’s the Anthem Get Your Damn Hands Up: Cut Copy and ‘Ye”
Rock and roll reaches the tips of the fingers of those who have been forgotten, neglected: from slavery in the old South, to New Jersey, to Seattle, pre-1991. Heavy metal is basically with the keyboard taken out. True bands, though, should have a keyboardist, like The Doors, Beach House and Cave. Amazingly, The Doors were … Read more“Rock and Roll and Commercial Chasm, Notes”
Summer is coming, and so, in America, Phish will always be a relevant topic. I’ve seen two Phish shows, and, appropriately enough, I scantily remember either of them, though I remember the histrionics leading up to their onset more vividly, swallowing a chocolate candy drug, thinking it was acid, discovering it was mescaline, seeing the … Read more“In a Numbed State, The Mind Drifts to Optimism: An Examination of Phish and Their Fans”