Or a glimpse into post-entertainment society (it's not pretty)

And how to read Sappho

A few minutes after yesterday’s post I learned the sad news about Christine McVie. So the request I had just made for well…requests... became a bit moot. It appears a lot of us had the same thought. I promise I’ll pick something else from the request pile in the future. But for now, since I couldn’t decide on which song to pay tribute to Christine with, I’m including a few.

+ That time I pitched in the World Series…

At the airport pasting a picture

Radio France. 9:30 pm France.

My longest running bandmate, Jon Rauhouse, has been told he is no longer terminal with cancer. Jon hates to admit it, but he has a very positive core. In fact, he is one of the best humans I have ever known. He and Jen are my chosen family. Even hopped up on steroids he is magnificent.

I’m sitting on my porch watching a crazy storm. Here in Vermont we are on “tornado watch” which is weird enough in itself, but the sky has gone as dark as 10pm, darker than the eclipse at 4:30 in the afternoon. Thunder and lightning require I give some dog-dope to poor Coco who is terrified of storms… poor girl. The clouds move in layers in opposite directions. Luckily I live on the eastern side of the hills so I don’t take the brunt of the force.

There is a kindness that dwells deep down in things; it presides everywhere, often in the places we least expect. - John O’Donohue I went to the woods with my two dogs yesterday. I had been feeling the weight of troubled times. I don’t think I’m alone in sensing the dark shadows of unkindness framing the world like an old style vignetted photo. I go …

September 14th, 2024 in Bloomington, IN

Hello, from the other side

Loners, When Tegan and I were in elementary school, TGIF was a big deal. "Thank God It's Friday" was a lineup of TV shows that aired in a two-hour block. Our favourites were Full House and Home Improvement. But just watching them wasn't enough for us. We set up our boom boxes in front of the TV to record the shows' audio onto cassette tapes. We’d listen to those tapes at night while falling asleep. We aimed to hit pause during the commercials, but inevitably, we'd forget, which meant enduring a week of listening to ads.

And I recorded it. Here's "Sailor's Song."

Part 9: Los Angeles, I'm Yours

1997-03-31, Memorial Stadium, St. Johns, Newfoundland, Canada

An interview with Summer 1978 crewmember Marshall Bissett

Why I can't let go of "Into The Wild", and why perhaps you can't, either.

Smithers, another gin and tonic!

a.k.a. Having spent 2023 doubling down on the ridiculousness of 2022, the genre currently sits in a rather uninspiring place.

a.k.a. The changing nature of music journalism, plus a round-up of the latest electronic music news and a fresh bundle of new track recommendations.

Two and a half years after the release of Glow On, Brendan Yates reflects on an intense period of change, adaptation, and growth—all while protecting his sensitivity against the harsh glare.

For the last five years, Jem Siow and Speed have been working their way up to the release of a debut album called "Only One Mode." But don't let the name fool you: There's more to them than you think.

It’s official. We are in the studio

Our 9th LP begins to roll out on Wednesday

Behind Every Successful Woman are Two Men... Enough Said.

a collection of posts

let them make their mistakes

Repairing misremembered objects

I am posting this because people have asked me to. Emily Rose Marcus was born on December 10, 1969, in Alta Bates Hospital in Berkeley. It was a forceps delivery, and she came out with bruises on her face, yet she lived her life as a woman who prized beauty—in fashion, her own sense of style, furniture, art. Following her beloved uncle Dr. William E. Bernstein, she chose a death with dignity, and died on January 31, 2023, in her apartment in Oakland, where she had lived since 2007, after more than two years fighting against a terminal diagnosis of appendiceal cancer she had received in September 2020. Our hearts are broken.

August 2000

26 February, 2021.

"Wee mouse. Disappeared."

Listen to Roger Nichols's long-awaited "Second Arrangement" cassette

Behold the harder side of soft rock.

An essay about the darkest days of my creative life.

IT'S OVER!!! PACK IT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good morning. Today we’re listening to Arvo Pärt, an Estonian composer. Pärt grew up in northern Estonia, began to compose music in his early teens, and studied composition at the Tallinn Conservatory.

Good morning. It’s Friday so we’re listening to something more upbeat. Today we’re listening to Gene Farris, an American DJ and producer from Chicago. In the ‘90s he started DJing at clubs in his hometown, focusing on house, acid, and disco.

On Weathervanes, death, love and listening like a mother

And the bad stuff they naturally pay full attention to...

It might be him. It could be me. Maybe it's you, too.

A sublime neo-Afrobeat tune by Junius Paul, here for a limited time.

Thoughts on forgetting, plus new albums by Not Not Fun, Kevin Richard Martin, and K. Freund

12 varied sets for summer moods

so far it doesn't hurt

S/O to DeWhatitdo for the ask. A quick conversation on how to find your own sound. Enjoy.

Sidechain weekly nerdery

Grand openings, overrated closure and love’s long tail

Sober and grateful ever since