Ever since I picked up To Pimp a Butterfly three days ago, I can't stop thinking about anything else. I've listened to it at least ten times and it holds up to all of the praise and talk it's generated so far. It's been hailed as for-real black music, the blackness of which is beautifully, achingly… Continue reading Chrysalis, Listening
A guy I once knew had a sticker on his car that read, "I Love Hip-Hop." (I'm interpreting. Love was denoted by a bright red heart.) Both the simplicity and the sentiment struck me. I loved Miles, Satie, Bob Dylan and Tom Petty. I loved a lot of punk rock and ska bands too, but… Continue reading those sOunds.