Being addicted to British television has its perks. In addition to off-color sitcoms and Welsh cartoons, the BBC has a very nice way with music documentaries. Synth Britannia is a well-researched, extremely interesting piece about how a once marginalized and underground genre of music came to be the defining style of a decade. It’s difficult to imagine PBS devoting the same kind of attention and care to these acts’ American counterparts, mainly (I suppose) because production costs would far outweigh interest in the subject. Read the rest of this entry »
Archive for the ‘Fuzzy or Punk’ Category
February 23rd, 2010
There is an end to everything. When I moved to New York City in 2003 I was 22 and mostly stupid. Having just graduated from art school, I was still laboring under the misapprehension that the world owed me a living, that my friends would always be my friends, and that I would be young for a long time. Those first six months were probably the hardest time I’ve ever had. I was seriously poor, working jobs that were detrimental to my health and my self-esteem, sometimes barely scraping up enough change to eat, and just wrapping my head around the fact that my previous four years’ experience in no way prepared me for life in the ‘real world’. Read the rest of this entry »
June 9th, 2009
Really, Rimbaud said it best, so I won’t compete. This year and every year, summer makes us all feel young again, at least for a little while. At least until Monday.
A mix for a Sunday rooftop, waiting for next week’s weekend, laughing, playing cards… Read the rest of this entry »
March 12th, 2009
Without further ado, I bring you the first of (hopefully) many Imaginary Soundtracks:
In Jakarta, Andreas Brezchs, 1987 Read the rest of this entry »
November 30th, 2008
Sometimes, we all get homesick. This feeling, which can be triggered by the most mundane objects or situations, leaves me feeling somewhat transparent at the extremities– literally as if I were in a place of transport between ‘here’ and ‘there’. Though I absolutely do not long to be under any other roof than my own, there is something magical, magnetic about the place I grew up– the deep South. Read the rest of this entry »
November 18th, 2008
Let’s cut away from the strobe lights, neon gyrating, and glitter for a second to see what’s going on in a sweaty, ill-lit, bottle festooned basement bar down the street. Well, I’ll be hog-tied: it’s Post Punk! Read the rest of this entry »
November 7th, 2008
At a certain point in getting to know people, we all tend to pull out the ‘once upon a time’ stories. Once, when I was really drunk, once when I ate too much rank Texican food, once before I had heard of GWAR…you know. All of these temporal framings are supposed to imply that now, after we’ve gotten some perspective, we can look back at these times and laugh, or at least snort derisively.
Well, once upon a time, I was Goth. Read the rest of this entry »
October 30th, 2008
A gloomy, blustery Tuesday in late October. Perhaps the sort of Tuesday that would have once inspired strange adventures in abandoned buildings. If this is your steez, or you were wondering what sort of music your Soviet-bloc era atmospheric vampire porn film should be set to, look no further, here’s your soundtrack. Read the rest of this entry »
