Music

I feel like there’s something you need me to say. As if you’ve been waiting years to hear the words only I can speak. Or, maybe this specific combination of…

There that was a lamp Right there without hands   If I sing it will color white That it bundles into glass   The river wakes at that rock I…

Fall semester junior year, I lived in a six-man, four-bedroom dorm suite and every Tuesday and Thursday at 3:15, Diggity and I returned home at the same time. I’d need…

Where there are words that clave time I’ll place a pile of which I am   Devoured by the light of life   Where are there such words? Are there…

On February 5, 2021, two days before he took the stage to perform at the Super Bowl LV Halftime show, The Weeknd released a compilation album called The Highlights. With…

Isphet delves into a dense heady classical cadence on the timelessness of “By Your Own Hands”. Melodically rich the multiple layers of sound intermingle to create virtual symphonies out of…

image: Radiation by Rhonda Fishman * Freddy had wired a radio in the bathroom so that whenever Freddy turned on the light, he had music. He stood in front of…

A few years ago, my husband and I were doing a deep-dive into Aimee Mann’s career. From’Til Tuesday through soundtrack songs, her cover of The Beatles’ “Two of Us” with…

In 1990, when Halley’s comet was 1.2 billion miles from the sun, an eight-year-old boy heard a song called “Halley Came to Jackson” on a new CD on his parents’…

I bought my first Hold Steady record at a Borders Bookstore in Vermont. From this sentence it’s probably fair to assume two things about me: I’m over the age of…

In the summer of 2012, I quit my office job and spent a month and a half on a solo cross-country road trip moving from Pittsburgh to San Francisco. It…

Anne and I were standing on the mezzanine at the San Francisco Symphony admiring the veranda of the cityscape and trying our best to acclimate to the setting. I was…

I’ve tried to tell the story of Kristin a thousand times. She’s been a dream, she’s been a poem, she’s been a sigh after a long breakdown of tears, she’s…

Here, where aroma is what enterprise’s made what industry forbade a city no longer turquoise for the navajo grieve   here, we climb hills of clay to pray for salt…