Oh, Ricky Nelson. You used to be a heartthrob, back when that meant something. Yes, you had your version of Youth Rock. Very white, very innocent, very fun.
Music; musing; must-haves.
The curatorial agenda. Sealing up a void whose vacuity was a source of distress to no one. The seed I am most likely to sow is a certain jargon. Built on tilt. The center of a new universe of counterfeit. Increasingly random and increasingly increasing.
NEW ‘ZINES!
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For those who still pay attention to this blog—despite how rare it is that
I update things now—I wanted to share a few things with you all first
before put...
Hotel Bar Sessions, Ep 31: Whose History?
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The HBS hosts sit down with Dr. Charles McKinney, Jr. to talk about whose
history is (and isn't) being taught.
Following on the heels of a recent and ...
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