The Cannibal Manifesto
The winds of change, they are a-blowin’. This, combined with the steadily cooling weather puts me in the mood for Tropicalia. Started in Brazil in the sixties, the movement encompassed a diverse mash...
View ArticleMeanwhile, in the basement
Let’s cut away from the strobe lights, neon gyrating, and glitter for a second to see what’s going on in a sweaty, ill-lit, bottle festooned basement bar down the street. Well, I’ll be hog-tied: it’s...
View ArticleStories About Impermanence
So, spring is finally eking its way across America, reaching small fingers to my corner of Brooklyn. As a sort of anticipation of the summer, I’ll head due south for this mix, to New Orleans. I grew up...
View ArticleHighway Life
Last week I was in southern California, driving around, trying to get a better idea of what constitutes American identity. It’s pretty amazing that this country is so incredibly diverse and yet manages...
View ArticleRain on the sea
On such a series of rainy days it’s hard to be patient for the inevitable promised spring flowers or the long, drowsy days of summer. This is the difficult transitional phase, the growing pains of a...
View ArticleThe Dalek’s Dream
Being addicted to British television has its perks. In addition to off-color sitcoms and Welsh cartoons, the BBC has a very nice way with music documentaries. Synth Britannia is a well-researched,...
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