Reflections: Kanye West at TD Garden


To begin, there was a mountain. But you probably already knew that. Still, it was the only thing I was aware of going into it. If you use the internet and have a pulse, it’s been pretty hard to avoid Kanye West-related news recently. And by recently I mean for the better part of the past decade. Naturally things reached a freakish fervor when he dropped Yeezus on the world with a lack of ceremony fitting the raw beatscape and nightmarish imagery it contains. Things went real apocalyptic when tour dates were announced. The tour was promoted as Kanye’s first solo tour in five years. The last one was the Glow In The Dark Tour for the critically undervalued 808s and Heartbreak (2008),  the undeniable black sheep of West’s prolific output. I regrettably missed those performances and abstained from the Watch The Throne tour a few years later. Somewhere along the way in the mid-2000s, while I was still in high school, West was supposed to play a show in Gilford, NH which he cancelled because, well, it was in New Hampshire. Nobody was terribly surprised. Continue reading


Libby’s First Mixtape//mexican train & other non-sequitur boardgames//October 2013

Libby’s First Mixtape is an ongoing series of music mixes I make for my younger sister. Her name is Libby. The genesis of the series dates back to roughly 2005. Since then I’ve been putting these mixes together on a 4-6 week basis, give or take. Listen along via Spotify through the link at the bottom of the post.


So it’s been a while. For the most part, this new mix is a collection of tracks I had on repeat this past summer and has been in my sister’s possession for a little while. I wanted to throw them up here because I regularly return to this mix. Though these tracks range in tone and message they each uniquely possess a kind of hazy, engorged quality. Alternatingly exuberant, longing, fun and fresh these songs collectively feel like summer. They range from the revelatory to the Top 40 and all the way back. Continue reading

Seeking: Part-Time Ghosts

For Harriet…


I saw the ad while drinking my tea on Thursday morning. For the past several weeks I had been experiencing sleeplessness, an irritable stomach and general unease. As a result I decided to amend my diet to exclude coffee as I thought it might be the source of my perpetual discomfort. If you were to ask me how I was handling the transition I might deploy the ageless aphorism that “the cure is worse than the disease.” The worst thing about making the switch was not knowing which kind of tea to drink. Green tea left a dry, soapy residue in the crevices between my teeth that hung around for hours. Assam was fine but flavorless without milk and sugar. Per recommendation by a former roommate, I once made the mistake of buying lapsang souchong, which smells like what a tree’s gym socks might smell like if trees in fact had feet and used those feet to play squash every Monday with Barry from the corporate office. Continue reading