I last saw the Shins when they opened for the White Stripes at the Merriweather Post Pavilion in the fall of 2005. It’s entirely possible that my perception was skewed by my proximity to the band (about a mile away, on the lawn) and the several 24-ounce beers I drank between sets, but I recall [...]
This is one of several time-irrelevant posts of which drafts have been lingering in my WordPress editor for a while. The excerpt below is too fascinating to stay hidden in the decades-old book in which it appears, so, apropos of nothing other than today’s installment of Married to the Sea, here we are: In The [...]
In honor of its official release at midnight, I took the time to listen to the whole of the Arcade Fire’s Neon Bible while doing nothing else but reading along with the lyrics. I rarely do that; the last time I bought an album and listened to it straight through without doing anything else was [...]
Saturday night at my house featured lots of gin, lots of bourbon, and lots of music and discussion thereof. Sunday featured headaches. So when a friend called late in the morning to ask if I wanted to see Mikal Evans at Iota in the evening, I didn’t jump at the chance. “I know it’s Sunday,” [...]
I wrote yesterday that Joey Porter, who made news last fall for calling Kellen Winslow a “fag” during an on-camera interview, was “not really a guy I’d want to get too close to,” even though I still like to watch him play football. I can overlook athletes’ politics and their ignorance about modern decency (John [...]