All Of The Old Posts
November 29, 2021
Fighting Guardians and Launching Podcasts
Most things aren’t perfect on the first try. You can’t beat a Guardian in Breath of the Wild straight off the Plateau, and you can’t expect your first podcast to be something of perfection.
October 28, 2021
The Returning Permanence of Aaliyah
Music legacies are tied to two things: permanence and visibility. So what happens with both are taken away from one of the genre-defining artists of her generation?
September 28, 2021
Theft of a Cassingle
Once, I was caught shoplifting the cassingle for R.E.M.’s “What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?” and the worst part of the story is that that cassingle had little to no redeeming value to start with.
August 27, 2021
Chinese Satellites
The two ends of the acceptance spectrum as it relates to shooting stars, satellites, and whatever’s right.
July 21, 2021
Emerging from Underground
I found myself missing out on two different music experiences this past week, and followed that up with an accidental musical rebirth.
June 15, 2021
The Three Things I Remember About The Old Practice Space
My daughter is learning how to play the electric guitar, which reminds me of being in a band in an old practice space near Falls Park, and by “reminds,” I mean “reminds me of three specific things.”
May 17, 2021
On Overcoming Obligations
I missed a mixtape last month. I don’t need to wear masks anymore. I weigh these two obligations and the weight of doing the right thing vs. doing the thing that is expected.
March 31, 2021
Circling Britpop, Briefly
I keep thinking there are no more time-wasting completionist paths to wander down, and then I hear a podcast episode about Pulp and here I am: learning about britpop.
February 28, 2021
Forgetting the Promo Parts
Unpacking and organizing every weekend for four weeks has been like a series of short battles in between extended periods of planning. Which is to say — the month got away from us, and all we remember of February are those short battles.
January 31, 2021
Moving On
We’re moving, and that means a lot of empty rooms with a lot of echoing music. Here’s to hoping we keep changing enough to let the music continue to echo.