conjectural navel gazing; jesus in lint form

I am waiting for the music to return, the sonorous graces of laughter and kitchen clinking, of bird call on the hillside.I am waiting for the music to return, the precarious arrangement of...

Listening as an act of love, not surprisingly, is often sacrificial.To listen to someone who opposes you, who wishes you to diminish in some way, is a kind of sacrifice. This listening, as...

The return of tapes, however, is not an isolated or idiosyncratic phenomenon. It belongs with a larger age of retromania, to use Simon Reynolds’ expression: cultural objects from the past...

This cannot be a new question.I don't know why this notion is sticking with me. "Switching the script" was bounding around in my brain and then I switched that one step to the...

But there is community in despised professionsand when the street musicians look downinto the deep red or blue linings of their instruments’ casesthey are like divers, like...