Chrysalis, Listening

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


Fed By Culture

I sometimes joke that all my favorite creative heroes are dead. This isn't strictly true (which is why it's a joke), but I'm terrible at staying current--and, frankly, I don't think it's all that important. I rarely consume (read, watch, listen, eat, think) anything first. Internet culture thrives on the same kind of immediacy as the rest of… Continue reading Fed By Culture