Private Idaho, by The B-52s [Annotated Readings]
Or, confessions of a reformed BYU-Idaho graduate…
Brief Notes on Steve Albini, Secret Name, and Things We Lost In The Fire
Abrasive was the word that cropped up in all the Steve Albini obituaries, and not without reason.
The Lamb, by Low
On Good Friday and the cross.
Waiting for Godot, That They May Always Remember Him
One death is murder; a million deaths is a statistic.
On Gil Scott-Heron’s I’m New Here and Old Man Rock
What you do after the revolution was never televised.
Whatever You’re Going To Do, Do It Now
Because there is always less time than you think…
On Overqualified, by Joey Comeau
Or, confessions of an ambivalent cover-letter instructor.
Rare Low EPs
An addendum to the Low album primer.
Art-Cards at the Church History Museum Portrait Gallery
A completely 100% original and never-before-done writing idea with absolutely no prior precedence.
Ode to Ode to Just Like Christmas
Sing we now in praise of our obscurest favorite songs.