I don't watch movies often these days. Documentaries are more my go-to, but even they are far between. This weekend, though, I was very in the mood to watch things and, in fact, to do little else. Now I'm reflecting on my viewing choices, wondering if they were in some way connected. As you know,... Continue Reading →
And, Scene.
I moved to Charlottesville from my rural, south-central-VA county in December 2008, to take a job I'd just landed. In my head, I'd defied odds. I saw myself as a cripplingly cerebral but practically useless pseudo-adult. I felt my brain, in its small-town country stupor-cum-recluse's atrophy, couldn't process fast enough for my survival. I doubted... Continue Reading →
Best Dead Masterpiece, Dissected by the Artist (Pt. 3) Alternate Title: To All the Bickles I’ve Loved Before
[In September 2020, I began a series of blog entries discussing the themes and inspirations of my dark chamber-pop album Best Dead Masterpiece, scheduled for release on BandCamp in January 2021.] Before anything else I ought to say this: to my knowledge I have never been personally acquainted with any young men that have perpetrated... Continue Reading →