This piece is dedicated to the memory of David Lynch. Thank you for making me dream again.
It's so unchic to start this way, but we have a *lot* to get
Hi again, long time no blog. As I'm sure you're well aware, it's the end of 2024, and once again I found myself at a crossroads as
When an event as seismic as last week’s shake up at Pitchfork takes place within a space as self-involved and eager to feelings dump as the nebulously defined music twitter discourse sphere,
As I trudged forward in line onto the metro platform, I could see my train
finally pulling into the station. I could feel my tired legs crying out beneath
me, trying to tell