February 2012
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Stetson's Wind
Here’s a video of Colin Stetson playing Judges. The whole album is brutal, an animal shrieking and howling and dancing in madness. Stetson breathes through the body of sound, transforming it from the purely auditory into a physical, percussive force. There has been a strong emphasis on tone and voice in popular music; the sound of youth, of nostalgia, of loss and being lost. Sometimes...
January 2012
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On Bioshock and being alone
I don’t know how I survived the crash over Rapture’s waters. No one else did. I wonder now if there were any others to begin with. I had read the note given to me before takeoff, reminiscing about something my parents apparently told me while I was growing up—that I was special, I would do special things—and then everything was in flames. The water saved me, providing a...
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The Sacred.
I looked out the window this morning to a dense white mist that had condensed and froze on the bushes in the front garden and obscured the houses across the street. It was warm for January, and as I walked down the shoulder of the bypass I felt I was inside a massive phantom grown tired and resting. Tractor-trailers passed in a rush of headlights and wind, the roar of spirits loud and coarse in...