Reviewers of Gillian Welch’s The Harrow & The Harvest seem to fall into two broad camps so far: reviewers who are delighted to get more of what they love about Welch’s music, and reviewers who expect Welch and Rawlings to evolve past what they’ve done for the last twenty years and who then express . . . → Read More: Album Review: Gillian Welch, “The Harrow & The Harvest”
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I just got home from my local listening party for The Harrow & The Harvest, Gillian Welch’s album that’s out next week. (It doesn’t look like Chicago got one, so unless you’re traveling, looks like it’ll be another seven days of waiting.) I can’t do a full review based on what I heard — . . . → Read More: The Gillian Welch Listening Party Adventure For me, this whole Andrew Bird thing has always come back to Armchair Apocrypha. 2008. In January I drop everything and move to Colorado. February rolls around, and Wilco starts their five-night stand at the Riviera where they play every song on every studio album and then some, featuring guest horn section — and . . . → Read More: On Andrew Bird’s “Armchair Apocrypha” Not to get too detailed, but the extent to which my job is sucking all the joy and energy out of everything I do is increasing and also getting kind of scary. I’ve got a couple of coping mechanisms. First, there’s all the things in Google Reader that aren’t my job that I read . . . → Read More: Recommended Reading: Lots of the Internet on Odd Future Paste put up a fantastic piece about eighteen musicians who are also mothers, and the highs and lows about making music and raising kids at the same time. I’m glad to see it, and it’s definitely recommended reading. Another set of moms deserves recognition and thanks today. I started thinking about it a few . . . → Read More: Recommended Reading and a Mother’s Day Message |
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The Fine Art Of Disturbing The Guests With Your Racket
There was a breakup a while ago, and the last straw was a Golden Smog song.
More specifically, the last straw was the inappropriate commentary related to me and the Golden Smog song that he felt it necessary to make in front of our friends. I remember thinking, For the umpteenth time he’s taking . . . → Read More: The Fine Art Of Disturbing The Guests With Your Racket