I like Bluesky but this about sums it up. Click on the link and what you get is not actually people posting their Labor Day plans but people asking how you can impossibly enjoy a hot dog when you should be protesting the Trump administration.
I like Bluesky but this about sums it up. Click on the link and what you get is not actually people posting their Labor Day plans but people asking how you can impossibly enjoy a hot dog when you should be protesting the Trump administration.
My absolute favorite record for the transition from late summer to early fall is Yo La Tengo’s I Can Hear The Heart Beating As One. The affinity has to do with more than just the fact that there is an (excellent) song called “Autumn Sweater” on the album, but that surely doesn’t hurt. The guitars crackle like stepping on dead fallen leaves. There’s a whole section of this 2xLP where it sounds just like the cooling down on a hot summer night (complete with crickets chirping). You can almost see the lightning bugs flickering on and off.
Antique shopping with this guy. He looks like a Toy Machine character.
Currently reading: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë 📚.
I’ve written about my struggles with collecting vinyl. My basic problem has been with surface noise, enough of which can spoil the music listening experience. It has been a bit of an obsession at times to try and minimize that and get to the analog goodness that the format can offer.
It’s interesting that the Commodore 64 is now being marketed as a gaming machine and distraction-free writing environment.
WCPE has a wonderful selection of great sacred music on Sunday mornings.
Finished reading: Galahad and the Grail Merlin’s Isle by Malcolm Guite 📚. One of my favorite parts was the final section about the history of the Arthurian legend and the inspiration for the book.
As a student at Cambridge I rediscovered these stories in their original sources and became aware of how so many modern versions of them seemed to marginalise or even erase the deep Christian impulse that had formed their original telling, and as a poet I longed to restore that lost element in the hope that a new telling might baptise the imagination of the growing generation brought up in a secular world, trapped in “the immanent frame” and deprived of their inheritance in the gospel.
Unsurprisingly, he partially credits Martin Shaw for being a co-conspirator in the quest to break us out of the immanent frame and at the risk of being trite, usher us to a kind of re-enchantment.
Isaac Greene points out what Dolly Parton and Mr. Rogers had in common.
Though her life was certainly more glamorous than Mr. Rogers’s, Dolly Parton demonstrated the same ability to pay attention to those around here. There are so many stories of her kindness to studio crews, cameramen, and particularly musicians. She always had time to speak with everyone and see them where they were. Like Mr. Rogers, she always remembered her helpers. When Porter Wagner fell on hard times later in life, Dolly purchased the rights to his back catalogue and gave them to him as a gift. He had taken advantage of her in a vulnerable moment in her early career, but she chose to remember that he had gotten her started in show business and taught her to succeed.
Snickers feels safe here. Any box will do. 🐱
