It’s like a map, sweetheart, and the blood is my landlocked heart and the carpet is the unkind taiga of society and oh yeah bail is way high this time.
The little free time I’ve had in the past couple of days (weeks) has been devoted to watching an ok film about the Arkansas blood scandal in the 90s (1/2 true-true crime, 1/4 Unsolved Mysteries whole-tones, 1/4 asinine conspiracy theories), screwing around in my kitchen (chicken covered in cayenne pepper and then fried in bananas: yes), and obtaining a framed picture of several hieroglyphs. My bachelor pad is creepsville USA. The Brown Bunny is 1. much more enjoyable 2. much more emotionally resonant and 3. much less concerned with Vincent Gallo’s cock than most responses led me to believe.
It is Boredoms week on Stylus. That’s one of the aforementioned Asian-related surprises. We have spent time. Long and hard. I interviewed Eye. Say that and confuse your friends. (realization: could’ve called it I Against Eye. Missed puns, though regrettable, are forgiveable.) I also got my treatise on the band. Enjoy. In other MP-not-PBW-related hustles, here’s me on the Knife. I basically stopped caring about Silent Shout just before I had to write the piece, and despite a track record that shows I play best with a hot iron, it turned out pretty well.
We will be back on regular flow soon. Recommended listening: We Shall All Be Healed by the Mountain Goats, registering in your consciousness as a new wound, every morning on your work commute as Arkansas turns cold. Miles Davis’s “He Loved Him Madly” every night for the past month since leaving New York, imagining the tone of light Pete Cosey’s guitar gives off in the dark (Miles’s organ is dull, street-lamp orange); wake up from nightmares covered in a film of sweat with it playing in the corner of your room. Think about how you used to be obsessed with catacombs and how a good eulogy can really hit the spot, like a bowl of fluffed and candied yams.
Joanna Newsom’s Ys continues to perplex, disappoint, and thrill, in that repeating cycle.