16 September 2015

Farewell to the Old Me

This particular corner of the internet is dead. Feel free to exhume the corpse, but please do not confuse every thing stated here to hold true for the author today. Thanks.

25 February 2010

Can Hold My Body Down

I have been a busy bee lately, taking two classes, one of which requires me to learn a dead form of the English language and translate and act out plays, teaching one on the apocalypse, and preparing for an eight-hour exam on every possible topic in literature and literary criticism to get my Masters this semester. So, not much writing or internet dilly-dallying. If you have read Le Morte D'Arthur or John Bale's early sixteenth century morality-history play King John, you may be interested in the pieces that I wrote over at blogspot's competitor, WordPress, at Never Drab: Blogging the Sixteenth Century.

My friend Dan started up a new blog about fashion in London and New York, called Smoke + Rain; he did a profile of me in the Other Voices section. I also wrote a longish, intellectual piece about the concept of self-fashioning and the roles clothes play in that for him, but I do not know if he will be posting it.

Life has been good for me recently. I bought myself Johnny Cash's final (?) album American VI: Ain't No Grave on my birthday, 2-20, when it is supposed to come out on Johnny Cash's birthday, 2-26. The first two tracks are hair-raisingly amazing. After the power of the first two songs, the rest of the album feels a little weak and meandering on first listen, but I have been listening to it all week and it has grown on me a lot. I love it. With Johnny Cash, you have to be thankful for whatever remains. I remember trying to listen to American V: A Hundred Highways after he died and thinking he just sounded so frail, as if he was on his deathbed, and I found it unpleasant to the point where I did not want the album. While he is certainly weathered on Ain't No Grave, his voice is still full, deep, and rich, with that commanding presence no one else quite has. It has caused me to go back and listen to as many of the American Recordings as I can, as well as some earlier stuff. I finally came across a solid edition of all the Sun Records 45s in approximate order, and have been enjoying that greatly, although some of those songs are truly better live, such as on Folsom Prison and San Quentin, the first two Johnny Cash albums I owned. As far as what I have heard of his eighties stuff...well, almost everyone suffered in the eighties. So I might write more about the newest Cash album or his legacy or something later. But for now, it's back to work for me.

Let the Bells Ring...

21 December 2009

Brief

The semester is finished and it is Winter Solstice. What a glorious feeling.

09 December 2009

For the Dorks.

Last year, I went over and over and over whar a top ten LPs album would look like and then even a top five EPs (#1 would be Agalloch's The White EP without a doubt) in my head.

Last year brought us more great music.

I bought several albums this year, from things as obscure and avante garde as Nels Cline's Coward and Arvo Pärt's In Principio to things as hipsterish as Grizzly Bear's Veckatimest (holy shit what a boring album and what an awful lead singer) and Yim Yames's (read Jim James's, lead singer of My Morning Jacket) tribute to—a lovingly crafted solo white EP of George Harrison, to things as poppy and popular as Bruce Springsteens Working on a Dream and Bob Dylan's Together Through Life & Christmas in the Heart and Dave Matthews Band's unbelievable comeback from a decade of shit, Big Whiskey & The Groo Grux King (fuck what you think; it's great).

But the best album for me is definitely going to remain Neko Case's Middle Cyclone and the best song of the year is the always too short "I'm an Animal" off that album.

I don't want to try to put my mouth all over it right now. I just wanted to state the facts.

Music as perfect as that album and that song do not come around all that often. Buy it, listen to it, keep listening to it, and imbibe it. Neko Case, Paul Rigby, and friends are gifts from God. Drink this music 'til drunk with divine ecstasy.

Something Refreshing From the Depressing World of Portishead

Portishead - Chase The Tear from Mintonfilm on Vimeo.