Month: December 2021

The Quietus was pretty much the only survivor of the great collapse of the independent music sites of the ‘00s, and I found a lot of cool stuff over there. Such as Drool by Part Chimp, all thick slabs of fudgy, sludgy, smart/dumb, hard rocking, fragrant, pounding, meaty, hairy, take your time, dad bod, tomcat…… Continue reading June ’21

My favorite favorite favorite album of the year was Hanazono, the enchanting and hypnotic fourth album from Japanese folk siren Satomimagae. It was basically just guitar and Satomi’s voice, which echoed and reverberated, often in layers, shifting like light and fog, expressing buried passions and shifting emotions. Its gentle power took me deep into a…… Continue reading May ’21

I got my second vax on April 4. Moments after the injection, I got a call back from a producer friend who told me she’d be happy to read my script, which seemed serendipitous. She was on her way to England for a couple of months though. The vaccine opened up some real party possibilities.…… Continue reading April ’21

By the end of January my Christmas romance had ended because, quite reasonably, the guy only wanted to date someone with a beard. Somehow I got it into my head that it was OK for me to be in charge of my appearance. Roosevelt’s third album Polydans had been teased in 2020 with gorj ballad…… Continue reading February / March ’21

A bunch of dumb-ass rednecks swarmed the Capitol building, with Ariel Pink of all people in support (still love his music but he’s gonna be cancelled for a minute). As the human virus left the White House, I rocked out to Mica Levi’s Ruff Dog, soon followed by the similar Blue Alibi — dark, rich…… Continue reading January ’21

2021 started with me attempting to date again — I had convinced a somewhat reticent beau to invite me over for coffee on Christmas morning, and we sat on his patio with lattes and homemade by him Danish doughnuts, which sent me skipping through the edelweiss into the new year. I hosted a little New…… Continue reading 2021