What the shit was and what wasn’t the shit

There are forty-eight planets and moons in our solar system and one hundred ninety-five visible stars in the universe. And there it is. Longtime readers (!) tripped up by last year’s abbreviated playlist, tallying “only” thirty-six songs at a brisk two and three-quarter hours—and down almost three thousand words from 2014—will surely find comfort in […]

In which we multiply by three and divide by four

This may be my shortest playlist essay yet (“more probable than not”). I poured everything into those goddamn Super-Biffys after we lost Chloe. Considering the starts and stops since that post’s infancy in 2014—I’d originally planned it as a literal January 10 anniversary piece to 2010’s wasted clickbait opportunity—I’m pleased with the results. It was […]

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no

2013 and 2014 have seen progress with the purge. The purge! As part of this… process… I’ve become reacquainted with much of my music collection, listening to the likes of Helmet and Gang Starr for the first time in years. Some of this history will pop up below, to the point where an unheralded decade […]

In the Hall of the Mountain King

Six minutes. At three hours and nine minutes I was six minutes short this year until, before noticing, I swapped out a two-minute pop song for some krautrock. German breadth escorted us to the cherished three-and-one-quarter-hour length we’ve all become accustomed to here. Once again, internet, I apologize… for nothing! Lots of things take longer […]

Alright, is everybody ready?

“Since the football season ended I’ve needed an excuse to run off at the mouth, and forcing myself to comment on forty-eight songs seemed like a solution. Maybe next year, if I’m able to actually enjoy any music and/or write complete sentences with a son or daughter to worry about, I can try to control […]

Fatherhood: The Musical

We put up the Christmas tree on December 22. Weekends came and went and weeknights were dark, cold and white-washed enough that it was too much bother. I enjoy the holidays but could muster neither the enthusiasm to carry an unwieldy box (fake tree alert!) up the basement stairs nor the patience to arrange the […]

Of ones and zeros, Byrds and Groundhogs

Steve Albini was right. Years ago, Big Black’s Atomizer LP (minus the weak “Strange Things”) was issued on CD with the Heartbeat 45 and the Headache EP. This compilation was called The Rich Man’s Eight Track Tape, as opposed to The Hobo’s Diarrhea Smear, which is a collection of early Clash recordings. Included was a […]