Salad Days Are Here: Mac DeMarco Gets It Right A Third Time
The first time I saw Mac DeMarco I was on a heavy dose of cold medicine and I ended up sweating out my fever. There were 19 other people there and at one… Continue reading
The first time I saw Mac DeMarco I was on a heavy dose of cold medicine and I ended up sweating out my fever. There were 19 other people there and at one… Continue reading
Annie Clark’s new record is sticky. It sticks in my brain. I’ve been humming its strange horn hooks and angelic choruses to myself for days. “People put the TV on/it looks just like… Continue reading
Indie rock no longer wears a disguise. We see Win Butler behind his stripe of black. We see the band he fronts, Arcade Fire, win the Grammy for Album Of The Year. We see him and his… Continue reading
Earlier today I got in a scuffle on twitter with the editor/founder of Stereogum. It reminded me to be happy that I’m not “writing about music” anymore. Since school started (and since I’ve… Continue reading
[Reader’s note: remember when I said I was going to review B-Room for a website? Well, this is how that turned out.] For their seventh studio album, B-Room, Dr. Dog built a whole… Continue reading
I remember my very first interaction with Dr. Dog. I was a freshman in college and learning my way around our campus radio station. On the overly-heavy studio door was a bunch of… Continue reading
Deer Tick records are like drunken nights when you get ripped with your friends and blab the truth. Or maybe you lose your friends, and cry your heart out alone about a bad… Continue reading
There really is no other way to say it: Man Man is a weird band. Their records are a soundtrack to your daydreams and nightmares. They paint their face making their shows more… Continue reading
OK, so yes. A lot has happened since I’ve actually “blogged” on my own blog. School has started and I’ve kind of been all over the place: meeting new people, going on friend-dates,… Continue reading
The psychedelia of the 1960s was when the smoke got in your eyes. Listening to records of that era is surreal and colorful, mystical and mental. The roots of it are folk –… Continue reading