I Feel Like This #9

Can you explain this to me? (Blues for a Critic)

The first paragraph of Pitchfork's review of Isolée's We Are Monster -- which I honestly can't tell if I should hear -- written by Nick Sylvester in June of 2005:

The classics kid in me craves noble grandeur-- craft-happy shit with more than meets the rods and cones, less is always more (except with clothes), suggestive-seductive vs. the once-off gunfuck. Full-on body music's great, sure, but so is porno, and with that shit I'd much rather wax new flesh than drag my stylus off the same old 10-second loop. Same time, Intelligent Body Music's as much a nightmare as Intelligent Anal, both a prefab excuse for pleasure-lack. So we're stuck in this immediacy=better rut, when really the best stuff cross-genre-- cross-platform, cross-media-- has instant funk, but with enough tricks for prolonged appeal.

I mean, yeah, sure, of course, but still, you know, I guess, could be, then again, why not?

...Post-Hiatus Apology #5

as in, "Changing the name of this blog to..."

who needs punctuation

who needs linebreaks

it is winter and everything takes more effort

but by now you know it will not last all year

so just relax

even march is an improvement

// we need to comment this whole month out

Goodnight ladies, ladies goodnight (Lou Reed's Bedtime Blues)

[MISSING]

How to Look Good #38

"For my next trick, I will explode every convention of the sitcom."