Tag: concerts
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Murder by Death with J. Roddy Walston
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The Ghost of The Living
“They say when you meet someone who looks just like you, you die.” p.Wish, The Doppleganger “No one makes themselves; we all make and unmake one another.” Naomi Klein, Doppelganger…
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The Age of Information, The Aging of Information.
Some thoughts on James Gleick’s The Information. “The alphabet is like a contagion – both the virus and the vector of transmission in and of itself.” Back in the “learn…
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The Explosion and a Persistent Challenge of Discovery and Appreciation.
Artists tend to not stop making things, even if the thing you remember them making isn’t around anymore.
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Riffs on Paper
It’s like when you buy clothes: if you find something you like that fits well, buy it in every color. But here, if I find a paper that really sings…
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July inside of July
It’s been muggy as hell this year. It feels unreal. Still, folks are out trying to make the best of it. “My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is…
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Riffs on Grammar
Thoughts on grammar. Why a preposition can end things. And other collected notes.
Thoughts and such from the June 7th, 2024 show at The Grey Eagle in Asheville, NC. What does it take for a musician to make a decent living in this always-streaming, algorithm sucking, Ticketmaster-gutting world we live in? For one, they ask for money. “I don’t have any merch,” Walston says. He’s on stage, alone,…
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The West Was Always Queer
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The Ghost of The Living
“They say when you meet someone who looks just like you, you die.” p.Wish, The Doppleganger “No one makes themselves; we all make and unmake one another.” Naomi Klein, Doppelganger…
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The Age of Information, The Aging of Information.
Some thoughts on James Gleick’s The Information. “The alphabet is like a contagion – both the virus and the vector of transmission in and of itself.” Back in the “learn…
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The Explosion and a Persistent Challenge of Discovery and Appreciation.
Artists tend to not stop making things, even if the thing you remember them making isn’t around anymore.
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Riffs on Paper
It’s like when you buy clothes: if you find something you like that fits well, buy it in every color. But here, if I find a paper that really sings…
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July inside of July
It’s been muggy as hell this year. It feels unreal. Still, folks are out trying to make the best of it. “My life, I realize suddenly, is July. Childhood is…
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Riffs on Grammar
Thoughts on grammar. Why a preposition can end things. And other collected notes.
I’ll be straight with you, it was a lively scene. For those of you who may not yet know, Orville Peck is a bit of a hero in the LGBTQ community. He plays country western music, takes the stage in leather pants, an undershirt, and his trademark mask under a cowboy hat. The rest of…
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