In No Particular Order, 18 More Great Albums From 2011:
By Taylor K. Long
9 Types of Light consists of love songs and apocalyptic spaz-outs--so are we more free to love...
Love Me Now, When I'm Gone, Love Me None
By Taylor K. Long
For an emotional R&B singing moniker, Christopher Breaux aka Frank Ocean couldnât have done much better. Writers often use water metaphors â an ocean, in particular â to represent feelings, emotions, and hidden...
Iâm visiting my family in Washington. Iâve only been at my motherâs house for about four hours, but Iâm already reaching for a couple of beers. I take them from the outside fridge, and speed past barking dogs and bickering relatives to my motherâs deck. I close the sliding glass door and suddenly itâs quiet.......
All My Life I Will Wait To Attain It By Taylor K. Long At some point in our 20s, we inevitably feel what can best be described as a burden of proof. We begin noticing milestones, the age of achievements. How Michelangelo was 29 when he finished âDavid.â How Franz Liszt was famous and touring...
By Howard Lee Lyon Best Philosophically Poignant Fox: Antichrist Best Movie That I Will Probably Never Watch Again: Enter the Void Best Violent Australian Mob Family: Animal Kingdom Best Movie That Came Out Before My Mother Was Born: Out of the Past Best Herzog: My Son, My Son What Have Ye Done Best Proof That...
By Davis McGraw I suck at keeping up with new releases, but Iâm a sucker for show & tell. Here are five records that I heard in 2011 and deserve a good listen. 5. Southside Johnny & the Asbury Jukes: Havinâ A Party With Southside Johnny (1979) [Goodwill in Laconia, August] Johnny found his way...
By Davis McGraw In addition to unskilled labor, songwriting and looking for pre-1979 Fleetwood Mac records at yard sales, my human experience has been defined, for better or worse, by days and nights spent in cheap diners. This column is about all those times, tracks, faces, plates and places. While growing up in Vermont, a...
By Aaron Dubanevich I am not a writer. Iâm descended from a writer, but itâs not something I aspire to. Iâm writing this out of desperation, hoping that putting it on paper will make it easier to put it away. There will be times when I skip details, or I donât remember exactly what someone...
Last episode, Taylor K. Brown and I, Taylor K. Long, took you through the wild world of Katy Perry, Kanye West, sci-fi, sex metaphors, R. Kelly, Fleet Foxes and Starbucks. If you missed it, you can relive the glory here. This time, the Taylors go through an in-depth personality analysis of David Lynch, and explore...
By Delia Paunescu Like many events in New York, the Tribeca Film Festival is the biggest deal for those participating. For everyone else, itâs another week or two of red carpets, guest lists and in-cab commercials. So it went for me the last few years â avoiding the crowds and escalated ticket prices â until...
By Taylor K. Long While record browsing with a friend at Greenpointâs Permanent Records last week, I found a copy of the Long Winters album, When I Pretend To Fall in the .99 section and realized that though I love it, I donât own it in any physical form. The kind clerk informed me that...
Mr. Tie-Me-Up-Tie-Me-Down By Taylor K. Long Hollywood movies are seldom gracious to womankind, but romantic comedies in particular are terrible â designed to appeal to women while painting them with the widest, most unflattering brush possible, crafting tales of beautiful women who are neurotic, insecure, desperate and one-track-minded in their quest to meet a man...
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