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Varieties of Nihilism

January 9, 2014


There’s a secret warrant to horror writer Thomas Ligotti’s The Conspiracy Against the Human Race. Ligotti’s condition, anhedonia, the inability to feel pleasure, is well known, at least to Ligotti fans — many of them attribute the dark quality of Ligotti’s fiction to it. What makes the warrant a secret is that, as far as […]

Fuck Football

December 8, 2013


Football is a sport where specially-bred mutants are trained into a culture of winked at rape and violence, partly at taxpayer expense, to suffer brain damage in organizations shot through with corruption to produce masturbatory fantasies of victory, power, money, and sex for spectating men so that they can be sold trucks and beer. In […]

27 Jennifers

November 29, 2013


(I grew up with a bunch of Lisas, but then the Jennifers took over.) 27 Jennifers Jennifer Juniper Jennifer Lost the War Jennifer’s Veil Zachary and Jennifer C’mon Little Jenny Little Jenny Dow Jenny Take a Ride 867-5309 Poor Jenny Portrait of Jennie Jennie Dreamed of Trains Jenny Was a Friend of Mine My Last […]

Sensibility, the Garfinkel Way

November 8, 2013


In Theory Let’s talk about peace. Let’s talk about love. Let’s talk about understanding. No, let’s talk about shoving my broken-down car up a hill. So we get out of the car, and we shove. Only you (jackass) are only pretending to shove, while I am shoving sincerely.1 Ha ha, good joke. The interesting thing about […]

Cities in Rock 6: In the Vicinity of Little Falls, MN; or, Toward a General Theory of Rockin’

October 10, 2013


I used to play with a drummer from Little Falls, Minnesota (“where the Mississippi pauses”). It was in this country band led by a singer-songwriter, in support of her studio musician-recorded CD. He was a solid guy, solid drummer. Good sense of time, no flash, terrible crush on the singer. He was driving a lot […]

How to Play Free Jazz

September 24, 2013


First of all, free jazz isn’t free, and it isn’t jazz. Also, I can’t teach you how to play it. What I can do is offer some reflection on my own developing practice as a way to encourage you to think about yours. I don’t know who first used the phrase “free jazz” to describe […]

Cities in Rock 4: Heston, Wallington, and Ripley, Southwest of London, U.K.

August 17, 2013


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 […]