One for Friday: Will & the Bushmen, “Blow Me Up”

I don’t really like Christmas music. I did when I was a kid. Like a lot of kids, I suppose, I was always pretty happy when the calendar pages flipped up to the point where it was reasonable to pull the worn copies of Christmas albums out of the stacks and starting giving them regular airplay, usually on the big console stereo of my grandparents, the one that allowed for six or seven big black discs to be stacked up on top of the spindle, waiting for their chance to plummet to the turntable and start spreading cheer. That affection … Continue reading One for Friday: Will & the Bushmen, “Blow Me Up”

Great Moments in Literature

“Outside the morning was bright. I liked the holy, rejoicing look of it: the many gray Christmases of my childhood had depressed me. And apparently not just me: one year the holiday card my mother sent out was an October photo of my brother and me, with a caption that read The children. In some dead leaves.” –Lorrie Moore, A Gate at the Stairs, 2009 “SPEAKING IS A PRECIOUS WASTE OF SILENCE. IT IS DIRTY, IMPURE TRANQUILITY. BESIDES, YOU’RE NOT PEOPLE. SO JUST REMEMBER THAT I’M NOT SPEAKING TO YOU. SERENITY, SHATTERED WITH A CHAOS OF SOUND.” –Doug Moench, MARVEL … Continue reading Great Moments in Literature