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Author: brandnewkindof
Photographer, baseball fan, lover of rock music, sweet tea, chili cheese hotdogs, and Matt Wieters.
book review: state of craft (cicada books)
Fact: I am not the sort of person who makes things. Also fact: I do make things, of course; I make photographs. But third fact: I am not the sort of person who makes things, in terms of being crafty, like all the clever people on Etsy whose jewelry and screenprints and hats that I…
mike doughty and his band fantastic @ cat’s cradle
Mike Doughty, solo or with Scrap or with a band, will always be one of my favorite live performers not because he is such a great songwriter (which he is) or such a tremendous musician (ditto), but because he is and always will be infinitely charming on stage. Don’t get me wrong — I love…
mike doughty — yes and also yes
When I was getting ready to listen to Yes And Also Yes, my buddy Rusty told me that it felt like a Soul Coughing album. He didn’t say it in a bad way, or a condemnation, or a I-preferred-that. It was just a statement; we went on to discuss how righteous Haughty Melodic is, how…
blitzen trapper @ cat’s cradle
I declare Blitzen Trapper to be the modern band most likely to cover a deep cut by the Band and absolutely slay it. There’s no one else I can make a comparison to, and that’s a big one, I know; but something about the vocals, and the organ swells, and the loose bass lines and…
wild flag @ cat’s cradle
I can’t summon words for how powerful it was to stand at the edge of the Cradle stage and watch these four amazing women rock the place to the ground. They were fierce and frenetic and they were so fucking good, they are all such great musicians, and it was a pleasure and a privilege…
interview: frontier ruckus
Thanks to my inability to operate technology, y’all don’t get the best part of this interview from this past Saturday evening, which was Matt waxing rhapsodic about Twitter, his use of it, and how it plays into his writing process, and Davey making fun of him. But trust me, it was great, and the rest…
slingshot cash — “too big to fail”
Last Friday, I was sitting at work sort of daydreaming and sort of staring at Occupy Herbstreit, and a song that the Cowboy had played for me over the summer slithered into my head. It was called “Too Big To Fail”, and it was something he’d written about the bank bailouts a couple of years…
sinful savage tigers — the last night of the revels
I developed a new metric over the weekend, for whether or not I should be writing about a band because I might be too close to them personally: could I call any of the members and ask to borrow a PA on short notice on a Sunday afternoon? If I could, maybe I should skip…
brand new kind of photography 