It’s the eve of Treefort and I am way overdue for a Casual Ramble column. Sometimes my ideas of mine just develop into something else entirely, and I’m left wondering what the hell to do. Then, a lightning bolt hit me. Last September, during Treefort 9 I met Skyler Locatelli, one of the co-founders of […]

Us and themAnd after all we’re only ordinary menMe and youGod only knows it’s not what we would choose to do Roger Waters I legitimately forgot what I was going to write about this week. I had some sort of plan. An idea. Something about something. But then something else happened and I haven’t been […]

Yet, I’d been pretty dead-set on the merits of King Gizzard’s Fishing with Fishies as a prime example of Zeppelin’s and T.Rex’s influence in rock, since my late-April train ride from Pau back to Lannemezan. Fuck that noise; Stu Mackenzie, Ambrose Kenny-Smith, Joey Walker, Cook Craig, Lucas Skinner, Michael Cavanagh and Eric Moore have one more artist up their sleeve, not exactly a sonic influence, but a kindred influence.

Self-love is my greatest struggle, by virtue of an extreme aversion to any patterned pitfalls of narcissistic behavior that, inevitably, a person will fall into, but an imbalance on the bell curve of the spectrum meets at the point of insidiousness: believe too strongly in yourself and risk perspective, criticize yourself too thoroughly and risk pleasure.