RIP? Pitchfork
I know it’s not dead, not yet, but it certainly feels like the end. With Marc Hogan’s piece in Rolling Stone, “Pouring One Out For Pitchfork” and Linnie Greene writing The Official Pitchfork… Continue reading
I know it’s not dead, not yet, but it certainly feels like the end. With Marc Hogan’s piece in Rolling Stone, “Pouring One Out For Pitchfork” and Linnie Greene writing The Official Pitchfork… Continue reading
I am always searching for a new lens into music history and music storytelling and I found it with Geffen’s Glitter Up The Dark. The University of Texas Press American Music Series, edited… Continue reading
I have two speeds. I like Chick Webb’s big band swing orchestra or Black Sabbath. It’s The Grateful Dead or the Saturday Night Fever (1977) OST. Bjork or Dylan. My husband is a… Continue reading
Since I brought my blog back, let’s sink our teeth in to the timeless Music Blog Album Of The Year list tradition. Yum yummm. Being a Music Snob is exhausting. I was one,… Continue reading
The narrative of Fight Club revolves around one scene in the movie. Tyler Durden is sitting across from The Narrator in a bar. Earlier that night, The Narrator came home to find his… Continue reading
When I listen to a tUnE-yArDs record, I wait for the moment when my mouth drops open. Sometimes I’m alone, dancing at home, and other times I’m on the street, making faces at… 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
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
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