In a different lifetime and timeline, I used to work the graveyard shift at a recording studio in west Athens. Work meant little more than holding the keys to the studio and fixing coffee for after hours clients who fell into two categories strictly: really shitty folk singers with their sugar daddies in tow or… Continue reading on music (old and new) and yearning
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in the words of glenn danzig, mother
I found out I was pregnant on June 22, so right after Father’s Day and one day before Roe v. Wade was overturned, yet another example of how life is perpetually and inherently complicated, unless you live in self-imposed exile in a cave on the Tien Shan mountains of Kazakhstan – which probably also has… Continue reading in the words of glenn danzig, mother
on the understated charm of angel olsen and the ritual of concerts
I’m a concert fiend through and through; I was not allowed a ton of liberties as a teen, and yet, weirdly, my parents relented when it came to gigs, probably because my palpable adolescent misery combined with socializing ennui made them feel like I had no outlets (true) and dad driving me to-and-fro a specific… Continue reading on the understated charm of angel olsen and the ritual of concerts