The latest in a series of documentaries I've watched about countercultural and/or eccentric artists (one that has also included Francis Bacon, David Berman, Daniel Johnston, R. Crumb, and that will soon include Darger) was Who is Harry Nilsson? As difficult artistic asshole geniuses go, it turns out Harry was of the more redeemable variety. Since... Continue Reading →
This is a hard one to capture. So I'm just gonna jump in. As the main subject of this post would say, I am a writer, but I'd better write fast... What I'm watching: Hi, How Are You Daniel Johnston (Short Film - 2015) Yesterday I wrapped recording on what will be the second-to-last track... Continue Reading →
One of the foundational bricks upon which my music is built is that of unconventional womanhood. So, though I have been sitting on a lot of ideas for blog entries about the songs on my album-in-progress, tonight I am going to write about the documentary I'm currently watching: Maxine Trump's To Kid or Not to... Continue Reading →
I've lived in Charlottesville long enough now to feel like an honorary native, and I am generally an existential wretch. Despite both of those things, I had never heard of our alumnus David Berman until a few months ago. David's death is the thing that thrust him into the center of my vision. Lately it's... Continue Reading →
I've been quiet in recent weeks. Mine is not the voice that needs to be amplified right now. My voice is used to having all the freedom in the world to spout off whenever it wants. So right now I'm doing what I know how to do, which is making art based in my lived... Continue Reading →
So now I'm returning to this, an entry I began on March 11 when more of us probably should have anticipated how thoroughly the sh*t was going to hit the fan, but for the most part didn't. I wasn't working from home yet, nor were most of my colleagues or my partner, and I didn't... Continue Reading →
Whew. I had other things on deck to write about. But something else has intervened. I'm going to start by saying I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I've had weird symptoms for months and have been putting it off, but I'm finally getting down to business. At this point I have a wager, and am... Continue Reading →
In my recent exploration of Superstar, I happened upon references to Safe, which I also had never heard of. The vague eerieness around it, plus my becoming increasingly down to hang with this Todd Haynes guy (the deal was probably sealed by this analysis: Press Play VIDEO ESSAY: Isolated Female Figures: The Films of Todd... Continue Reading →
Hi, All. I'm closing in on the end of a long weekend that has passed with an obscene alacrity (as they all do, anymore) and eating compulsively from a can of smoked/salty almonds with which I am now positive I can't be trusted. It feels like this long weekend has been the exact opposite of... Continue Reading →
I used to think myself unique for being a millennial and liking the Carpenters. It was like somehow having older right-wing parents (my father was almost too old to qualify as a Boomer, my mother just three years younger), and harboring the cultural references I was hip to as a result (South Pacific, The Brothers... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 