Snake America

An For-Profit Editorial Subsidiary Of Fat Boy Holdings

“I don’t remember a lot of what I write. I try to release it after it’s out there so that I can be fresh again. I find that the creative side of my brain and the archival side of my brain don’t work well together.” - George Meyer. 

20 times in a row

perfect moment in music is when Ezec goes into the mic, “COT.” New to this band in that I only sat down with them recently. They were too tough for me in high school (I sold Brightside to a used record store because it was “too hard”) and I couldn’t get down the past five years for whatever reason. 

I took my foot off the new music pedal when I was 20. Happy I didn’t run it into the ground… I have to stop what I’m doing when I listen to parts of these songs, which is exactly what I wanted to happen when I eased out. I applied that necessary need to catalog to other stuff… just not tunes. The music will be around until I die. Fine with not hearing Desperate Bicycles or Obituary (can’t think of a song) until I need to. Man, what a tune. Hurts to listen to. Lovesick - also awesome.  

The sound of a bell for the peace of the world, but a slough of myself still haunts in the dark 

Abandoned

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Dead are the G.O.A.T. as my no-longer updated last.fm feed attests. Listen to Bird Song here and you are moshing, eyes rolling back in your head. World’s finest band. As a sonic entity they are without compare .o. if you disagree, you’re wrong. Maybe a dozen points of right and wrong in the music landscape. Dead are one. The greatest, the greatest, the greatest.  

https://archive.org/details/gd73-03-16.sbd.hamilton-jackson.167.14770.sbefail.shnf

This is just so good it hurts. Everything about it is perfect. This is like the guy’s wallet in Libra. More life in here than in a whole anything by anyone. (source)

This is just so good it hurts. Everything about it is perfect. This is like the guy’s wallet in Libra. More life in here than in a whole anything by anyone.  (source)

RIP Arthur Gelb

From the Times obit:

“He also asked me to investigate Chinese restaurants,” Mr. Blumenthal said. “ ‘Who really owns them?’ he said. I ate well for two weeks and found out Chinese restaurants are owned by Chinese people.”

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Once, as an editor, he cornered a reporter and genially began: “You know what the guys say about me …”

“Oh, sure,” the reporter replied matter-of-factly.

“What?” Mr. Gelb demanded.

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So good. Second one was the kicker. What about just going to work at a newspaper every day? What a life. The back alley through life is closed, I guess. RIP Arthur Gelb, Times M.E.  Also relevant.