This is the place where the horns come in
Some days are, admittedly, better than others. For the Mondays of the world, there will always be soul. No matter how tired, cranky, or miserable I am, this is the music that turns my sniveling into...
View ArticleThe Cannibal Manifesto
The winds of change, they are a-blowin’. This, combined with the steadily cooling weather puts me in the mood for Tropicalia. Started in Brazil in the sixties, the movement encompassed a diverse mash...
View ArticleStories About Impermanence
So, spring is finally eking its way across America, reaching small fingers to my corner of Brooklyn. As a sort of anticipation of the summer, I’ll head due south for this mix, to New Orleans. I grew up...
View ArticleThe Elephant Vanishes
I stumbled upon the work of Haruki Murakami around 1997, picking up a copy of Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World at my local bookstore. I had never heard of him, but the blurb sounded...
View ArticleVoice of the Xtabay
It’s funny how some American cultural institutions, though supposedly predicated on reality, are in fact products of our collective imagination. Take ‘tiki’ culture, for example. When I was in LA, I...
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