The interesting thing about looking at your notes on the first draft of your novel after a span of a few months? The fact that some of them seem to make no sense whatsoever.
8. Scritti Politti were a collective.
I genuinely have no idea how this applies to this novel. (The next one is another story, [...]
My recap of a recent Elliott Gould Q & A at BAM is now up at the Tribeca Film Festival’s site, for what it’s worth.
I’m not sure what it says about my subconscious mind that the last genuinely vivid dream I had involved a discussion of the legal issues surrounding the new Girl Talk album. A friend and I were sitting at a bar — I’m pretty sure it was the Pencil Factory — and we talked copyright law [...]
My review of The Uglysuit’s “Chicago” is now up at Paper Thin Walls.
In this case, my take on The Dutchess and The Duke’s “Reservoir Park”. Paper Thin Walls brings it.
My take on Bodies of Water’s “Under the Pines”, along with a brief interview with said band’s David Metcalf, is now up at Paper Thin Walls.
I reviewed SJ Esau’s “Depth Perception Lack” for Paper Thin Walls. Oh yes.
Chad Matheny may well be a genius.
An angry genius? Maybe. But a genius.
The Black Hollies profiled, for the Portland Mercury.
Windsor for the Derby reviewed, for Paper Thin Walls.
I have a review of Joan of Arc’s “A Tell-Tale Penis” up at Paper Thin Walls, along with a brief q & a with Tim Kinsella. (Obligatory link to my JOA-inspired short story “Party Able Model” here.)
One question-and-answer that was cut from the final version that appeared on PTW was this, which also delves slightly [...]
It’s been quiet around these parts lately because I’ve been working on my paper for this year’s EMP Pop Conference. I’ll be heading to Seattle tomorrow evening, and speaking on Saturday. The abstract of my paper is below, if you’re curious:
Saturday, April 12th
“Vote Music” panel (2:00-3:45 pm) / Demo Lab
“‘I’ve Got A Name’: AK Press, [...]
I reviewed Foals’ “Balloons” for Paper Thin Walls.
The guitar notes heard opening “Balloons” are thin jabs of sound, scattershot lines on an EKG. And yet as much as they propel the song forward, they sound almost fragile in comparison with the wall of keyboards behind them, the saxophone that helps to open things, the insular [...]
My short story “A Record Called ‘American Woodworking’” is now up on 3:AM Magazine.
In Birmingham, Dorman’s phone was screaming. In Queens, I’m conversing with Avery. He says, “Didn’t we visit the Jazz Age together?” I nod, his necessary affirmation.
The title, for what it’s worth, is a reference to this band.