I had a fairly busy week with Spectrum Culture. I had two different pieces post in the music review area, beginning with a consideration of the the first solo album from Sophia Knapp. The second review I wrote this week was probably more significant: the new album from Bruce Springsteen. I like the record quite a bit–probably more than anything he’s put out since 1995’s The Ghost of Tom Joad–which was a bit of a relief. It gave me a chance to make up for trashing The Boss in an earlier List Inconsequential feature, which felt like a bit of a betrayal against my fellow Bruce-devoted friends from back in college. I probably need to reach out to some of those individuals personally and see if I can get some of my demerits erased.

I had a week off from new movie reviews, but I was handed the last entry in our Ouevre series on Samuel Fuller. The site’s editor-in-chief needed to track down a pirated digital version of it for me because it’s not really available through other means, presumably as a bit of mercy towards the memory of Fuller. It’s brutally bad. Here are the quotes I made a point of writing down but couldn’t incorporate into the essay: “When a professional screws an amateur, everything goes wrong, chemically,” “You’re my brother, Meathead. Mom would never talk to me any more if I had you killed,” and “I’m getting combat pay in pennies.”