I’ve Been Thinking About Phil Ochs
Occasionally, songwriters manage to write explicitly topical songs with that elusive combination of sincerity and grace.
A New Kind of Judging a Book By Its Cover
There is a new kind of judging a book by its cover: judging a piece of art by the way it’s marketed.
When I Was a Child, I Read Weird Books
I read sitting cross-legged on my cold concrete basement floor, surrounded by the drying exoskeletons of dead bugs. That was really the only way to read Omni.
There is something to be said for the ’90s generation’s obsession with reproductions.
Searching For Jesse’s Twitter Part Two: “Real” Isn’t Always Real
We catch up with the REAL Jesse Camp.
Of Trepalia and Chewing Stones
Who, after all, wants to grow up in a post-fabulous age — even one protected, more often than not, from the stench of shit? Who wants to exist in a world bereft of magic?
Love has been and will be an integral part of any civil rights movement, but we must remember that it alone is not enough, that we cannot stop here.
Recession America Needs Kenny Powers
Through the eyes-half-shut haze of a debt-ridden and sweat-stained high, we see a rider. He is on a Boogie Board. He is flipping us off.
Is there value in having the same arguments over and over?
Sharks seem to occupy some strange borderland between the world of actual and preventable danger and the darkened recesses of our imaginations.