On Blast: Pappo’s Blues Volumen One
I know there are people who like '80s metal a lot. There are enough of them that every single radio station has to play a Motorhead song at least once a day, or else the FCC will shut them down. It’s the law. Thanks, Obama.
Statement of the Kennel Killer
It was kind of weird putting bodies in garbage bags. it’s not as easy as you would think, even though most of these animals were less than half my size. And corpses are floppy, which, when you’re trying to gracefully slide a creature that was just euthanized into a 40-gallon trash bag from Home Depot,...
Eulogy For Your Internet Fame
You can finally let out all your secrets and the public will completely embrace you in their enthusiastic, mass media bear hug.
On Blast: The Tucson ’60s Sound 1959-1968
Tucson is a weird place, a sanctuary for equally weird desert rats who presumably want the comforts of a city but prefer a certain level of isolation. And wouldn’t ya know it, a lot of the people who fall within that category happen to be musicians!
Abandoniers! — The Night Climbers Of Cambridge
These images will make you nostalgic for a time you were never a part of and find yourself sharing something in common with a generation almost a century before.
Landshapes – “Moongee”
i don't remember why i liked this video but it was in the queue and i needed content so i published it. there are ducks and stuff in it. whatever.
How I learned to stop worrying and love psychedelic drugs
Life, as much as drug abuse, benefits greatly from the virtue of delayed gratification, so as to most magnify the contrast between the altered state and reality itself. Otherwise, it becomes your subjective reality and loses its majesty.
Ethanol Dossier — The McCarthy Cowboy
You will need one ounce of diced prickly pear fruit, pulled with your hand from a cactus in a country not lush yet rampant with unseen life. (Just kidding, go to Food City.)
On Blast: Dara Puspita
Even though their career only lasted seven years, Dara Puspita achieved something no other Indonesian women had done before them, and I doubt there have many who did the same after them.
Seven Digital Poems
Upon a layer of clouded rain-blue, smattered on top a charcoal coat, the gaunt and thin and shadowy shape of a man arose like smoke...
On Blast: Native North America
It’s really, really difficult to find collections of older music made by Native musicians that aren’t just 14 flute songs burned onto a CD by white people and sold for their profit at the Grand Canyon gift shop.
