When I lived in Chicago I used to play pool at a dive everyone called Rose’s. The sign above the door depicted a third-graders rendering of a rose. A pictogram. That was it. The place wasn’t listed on Yelp or Urbanspoon, though now there is a scant Google Plus listing. The owner, Rose, a short seventy-something, […]
I’ve been making an empirical study of the nature of classic rock. Assuming that stations with “Q” in their call letters are straightforwardly canonical, I have been looking over the playlists and trying to derive, a la Northrup Frye, the qualities that make classic rock classic rock. Like any genre, I realize that no particular […]
August 19, 2013 by zacblevins
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