New book by Daryl Sanders documents the recording sessions for Bob Dylan’s Blonde on Blonde.
And a dilapidated building.
People who oppose Trump are extremely energized, but that's also true of those who support him.
A Jim O'Rourke retrospective.
Show that allows the rich to flaunt their wealth has to irk socialists.
Curve turns marital angst into bloodshed.
Twin movie phenomenon brings us cloying and structurally compromised message movies.
An Instagram fitness lifestyle influencer contemplates the virtual lives led by his frenemies.
This Remembrance Day is a special one.
House bipartisanship for Ocasio-Cortez and Tucker Carlson.
Rachel Nuwer’s Poached examines a miserable subject.
The pale, skinny wordsmith prone to nosebleeds and vespers, vertigo and dizzy spells.
Censored is a book about power.
We have no idea what art is.
Were I Donald Trump, I'd commission Serra to do the border barrier with Mexico.
Paleocon Diary (#145).
My granddad was POW in Fascist Italy after his parachute division was captured.
And how the clone look saved America.
Human nature has not evolved to account for the threat it poses.
An insightful early take in a different time signature.
Doesn’t matter much now, but Dylan’s original Blood on the Tracks was better.
A "remix" of an Eric Copeland song.
Halloweens past and present; busybody schoolmarms; and a strange New York Times article about the Red Sox.
Recorded in 1990 by David Hoffman.
Rotten apples: political partisans leap to interpret (far too many) polls for their side. A meaningless exercise.
Necrobiotic soundpool with increased amounts of audioconnective granulation and histopathologic patterns.
The value of restaurant reviews and Bret Stephens’ warning to Democrats.
The first in a two part series from the man that never stops.
The Boston Red Sox are charming, just like John Waters.
Performing "Sipper of Tea," a new tape collage.