🔗 Joyce Carol Oates’s search for a self
Thoroughly enjoyed this, all the way to its bones and its crunchy core. Felt for Joyce, and wondered about my own “self.”
Thoroughly enjoyed this, all the way to its bones and its crunchy core. Felt for Joyce, and wondered about my own “self.”
I’ve been watching The Crown S3 and got to thinking about the current state of the monarchy. What a tangle - how one gets to the top of the pile.
Count me among those fearing for Bandcamp’s future. I consider it my main source for purchased music, and if it topples, I’m not sure what I’ll do. Return to the iTunes Store?
I haven’t gotten over this story yet. I might’ve even shared it before, but it’s still in my head every day.
I can’t blame these folks in the piece for their decisions to relocate, but I also have to wonder whether in the end the old maxim will apply, “Wherever you go, there you are.”
Stars of the Lid was and remains transformative music for me. Wiltzie and McBride crafted a new realm of sound that I could inhabit. Yes, they gave us hours and hours of music - but I wish it had been more and more and more.
File this in my “Problems with streaming music platforms” cabinet. Man I dislike them, and the ways they’re undermining and co-opting and dumbing down culture.
Pro tip from a seasoned father: don’t get caught that kids have nothing useful or unique or amazing to convey. Believe it - because they do. Figure out how to pay attention and go along for the ride. Don’t be weird and don’t force the issue. Don’t talk about yourself.
I feel genuinely bad for this man. I probably shouldn’t, but I can’t help but slightly admire his perseverance and willingness to ignore the odds and the obvious.
Yes, I had the Korn tapes I snuck purchased at Disc Jockey. Yes, Limp Bizkit blasted in the varsity locker room before cross country practice. But the world moved on for good reasons: the inanity, the exclusion, the anger.
It’ll pass this time in a few minutes.
Jim O’Rourke added to his Drag City catalog by roping in his recent strains of atmospheric ambience. Instantly hooked.
This piece makes me want to get out and support my local college tennis teams.
Figuring out what to watch next has become as difficult as picking out shampoo — there’s a wall of indistinguishable material, and in the end, one thing winds up being a lot like another. Despite what the marketing tells me. Even the idea of “what’s next” chafes my brain. I don’t want to figure it out. I just want to have my hand held. And not by the algorithms.
I skipped out on seeing Metallica with friends in high school. I’ve never been big into their sound and schtick - but I somehow connect to their ongoing attempts to reclaim their thrash roots.