A testament to my obsession with music of times passed; namely post-punk and its various offshoots. A repository for my radio shows of yore. A conglomerate of my brain juices and pulsating veins in the form of sound waves.
Had a reaffirming night of realness with my homeboy tonight. I miss Cali so fucking much and exponentially so as of late. Usual evening of casual discussions about existential literature, aesthetic of post-punk/Krautrock/free jazz, and being the only people in the room wearing color/NOT leather jackets. It just reminded me of how special and perfect it is to have friends and a dude who seriously could not give a fuck about fitting within trendy parameters. So lucky. Now I just wish you all would live in the same place so I could move there.
Ahh, so that’s where you got your name from. I last minute booked myself an overpriced flight to the Bay and I get to go see one of my favorite contemporary bands (Rank/Xerox) for the first time in almost two years. PLZ SAY YOU HAVE T-SHIRTS.
Doomy deathrock and uh talent, San Francisco’s The Vanishing did it freakier and nuder than most. I wish there was a way to encapsulate how much I respect Jessie Evans and pretty much every musical project she touched (ahem, Subtonix).
This is one of my favorite bands of all time. O, my heart.