Friday, December 30, 2016

Things We Lost in the Fire

Low

We’ll all be naked soon enough. It won’t last. Everything is permitted. See. Hug.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Dreamin’ Man, Live ’92

Neil Young

Hobos are scholars, the astronaut is king, and the moon is love. Be aware of free-floating affection. We will ration luck and madness; eat well and take your medication.

Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Emperor Tomato Ketchup

Stereolab

The nicked and dusty muster and spit, “will you promise to die this time?” I ask them to stop. I ask them to gather their factions and stables and sects and leave. But I can’t rely on them. Is anyone standing behind me? Anyone?

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Andrew Bird & the Mysterious Production of Eggs

Andrew Bird

Did you intend to fix your spirit to a bonfire? What enchantment made this so? Do you remember? We are impressed. The heavens are yours, witness. Stay shy of the ozone. Conference and resolve will maintain. What else is there to do?

Friday, October 21, 2016

Astral Weeks

Van Morrison

You are stricken and slain and you will be eaten. It will not be broadcast. There are no tracks or needles in this universe to save you. You are hidden by tall grass and devotion, bleeding in the plain rush of water and sunlight. And you will be devoured.

Monday, August 29, 2016

A Love Supreme

John Coltrane

Abdicate and sing for ease and sagacity. Stay small, afflicted, and complete.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Nixon

Lambchop

We are shaken and rallied by low frequency transients. Hustle while the stakes are modest. Meanness approaches.

Monday, August 8, 2016

Transfiguration of Vincent

M. Ward

The giants are collapsing again. Stop. This is the end of nothing for nobody. This is jumpable. Bend. Exhale. Cry if you must. The moon is still yours.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

E Pluribus Unum

Sandy Bull

Judas? Smoosh. I’m dead. Everyone is here and everyone feels left out. Keep your costumes and your night vision. I am not game. I am morbid.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

TNT

Tortoise

There was a soldier in the ball crawl with me tonight. We talked about mud, resonance, and the heart attack hours. Are any faces friendly at first light?

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

The Glow, Pt. 2

The Microphones

Go away, trouble. I fear you. Eat your young and burn your aircraft. Fuck and fight no more. All is gray and there is no shame in sleep.