Wednesday, 23 April 2008

Has the New York Times un-endorsed Hillary?

Tuesday, 22 April 2008

So I'm going to stop troubling you buried in my yard

Stephen Malkmus is crazy. When talking about indie/underground music today: "U2 wants to hang around with Arcade Fire. U2 didn't want to hang around with Pavement."

But no, he also wrote: "We just do what we do. I would quantify our sound as more underground than indie, in that it's not catering to a fashion, so much as indie happens to be a fashion now. But the underground lives on regardless. It always does. Because there are so many people making music, and there are enough people just making it to their own taste." (source)

I tend to agree with what he's saying in distinguishing underground music from indie, but what about musicians who are underground who receive sudden and extreme exposure through new media?

Why am I thinking about this? Because I've been watching Pennsylvania returns all night on MSNBC and I need to find some respite from the torture. At least, I have the lovely Matthews/Olberman tag team doing coverage (I didn't really like Olberman until I saw his special comment last month on Countdown).

Monday, 21 April 2008

i was nineteen (call me)

"you showed me my first good glass of red wine, andre," I wrote and erased.

Friday, 18 April 2008


Laying and lazing for a while as they did in Prospect Park, it didn't feel so much to John and Agie like a Thursday afternoon as it did the whole length of a Saturday. Holding one another then, there was no chance in these timeless few hours that it might have rained, the baseball games called in for the day, or the barbecues upended by turbulent wind and wetted paper plates. Although they continued to lay there for a shorter time than they might have thought- they were young and supposed to be other places, after all- the crispness of the air, the bristle of shorn grass and the sounds of cavorting families and friends trolling through these undulating urban hills lent them two and a half hours of eternity, and the most fabulous intimacy only possible in public cuddles of locked limbs and traveling hands.