I've written this same piece more than a few times. A couple versions existed in my head when I have had the great privilege of an hour car ride all by my lonesome – time to think – a rarity in your 30s. Other occasions I have put pen to paper (hands to keyboard) regarding this and the inevitability of what comes out is almost laughable. See: kicking stones forward while looking at your feet with headphones on and a hoodie up, coupled with a longing for a time that was entirely devoted to feeding the fire of feelings – right or wrong. And of course it involves the soundtrack that can bring you right back there - whether you
Month: May 2016
Review: Kyle Craft – "Dolls of Highland"
This one’s a spinner On a frosty winter’s eve, as I sipped mulled wine in front my roaring fire, for a moment I mused on the finer points of obscure British literature. It was then I discovered Kyle Craft. Haha, nope not true. Sounds fancy though. I think it was via Reddit I first heard the haphazard caterwauling of Kyle Craft’s defunct band GASHCAT. I can’t really remember. But what I do remember was how I was totally lost in a vision like an old 30’s serial, all black n’ white, a phonograph hurling the grotesque and beautiful divergent folk pop of this band called GASHCAT. Kyle Craft returns with re-workings of some old favorites, and some new disjointed rock opera entries. This
Get Behind Me, 2002
How well do you remember the teenage wasteland? There have been a few times in my life when I’ve been sailing along, dipping my oar on either side of my life-raft, stroke for stroke, moving along fine. Distracted by some distant fog horn somewhere at my back, I run straight into an iceberg that pulls me out and reminds me of 10,000 feelings I’d long ago let sink. One such recent cache of novelty came in the form of one particular block of random songs on one particular Apple Music radio station click here for info. Some of these songs I hadn’t heard for so long, it was like listening to them for the first time, but they carried on-board memories,