I have become weirdly obsessed not just with this song, but this particular version of this song, recently. I’m not the biggest Beck fan in the world - He’s perilously hit and miss for me, and frustratingly self-indulgent a lot of the time in the same way that I always found some of the Jazz [...]
What started as a Thanksgiving break turned into a longer break because I ended up working longer than I meant to on the last three days. Tomorrow, new blogging. Honest.
Received this morning:
It’s like they could read my mind. And then send me an email based upon the furthest thing from what was in it.
(Please note, also, that my email address is not “fanclub@jiveaces.com”. It’s like when I get physical mail for the house next door.)
1995: This was me, back then. Those who know me now are always surprised by this, because I have little-to-no hair left at all, but for a couple of years back then, I was the hairiest man this side of Rasputin. This is a portrait of me as sincere young artist, long before I discovered [...]
(It’s Onomatoepeia weekend again, so while I’m working on that, here’s last month’s essay.)
Who isn’t excited about Marvel’s new mega-event, Siege (AKA The Story That Made JMS Leave Thor Because He Didn’t Want To Write A Crossover Into The Book, but marketing suggested that that was perhaps a little long to fit comfortably on covers)? [...]
I found myself, the other day, remembering my first kiss. Or, rather, my first french kiss, the first time I was kissed by someone in a way that was something approaching romantic or sexual or the weird mixture of both that it seemed at the time. To my complete embarrassment, I can’t remember her name, [...]
Seriously, I’m not the only person who wonders what the “innocent” explanation of Lois’ response was supposed to be, right?
(From Superman: Past and Future, courtesy of the wonderful Portland public library system.)
This is me, fourteen or so years ago:
In my defense, it was Halloween and I was being John Lennon for the night (There was a twist, in that I had long hair at the time and, midway through the night, I took off my hat and went from early Lennon to late hairy hippie Lennon [...]
For some reason, I’ve become convinced that there’s some kind of… not higher morality, but different morality, at play for fans of AMC’s Mad Men (Which is, of course, everyone with taste, right? Spoilers for the third season will follow, so be warned, for once). What’s been sticking to my mind since the finale of [...]
The Chemical Brothers were, for a lot of indie music fans of my generation, a gateway drug into the world of dance music (such as it was in the mid-90s music scene); along with the Prodigy, they came up with the most commercial version of dance music that was nonetheless familiar enough not to scare [...]
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