It’s like I always say: “When the tattooed photographer plops down on the floor with a bowl of birdseed and starts to read his Thomas Hardy paperback, the hipster party is dead…
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From The Bowels of Chicago
Rainfall gives way to sunshine and cloudless skies. Here are two eyes to start a fire. Pupils are struck-match black, the size of pinholes and capable of dissolving into the void. Lightning…
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Interview: Jason Molina On Home
The Jason Molina transcription continued today. I’m about 90% done, currently it stands at seventeen pages without any narration or description to fill the spaces between long passages. There was one really…
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Interview: Jason Molina On The Chicago Scene
Last night I picked up Ilya at work we went back to his apartment to meet Z and Jack. We partied pretty hard and recorded some music. Parts of it sounded really…
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Smart. Smart. Smart. Dumb.
Kind readers: Meet Larry. Larry was born and raised in New Jersey. Just over fifty years ago he became “of legal working age.” Despite his peers waking up each morning with the…
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Nashville Moon
I’ve never claimed to be a saint. I like to chemically alter my state. Through affected lenses the world was wide open. The first day of May blanketed us all in warmth.…