In our first semifinal match Fiction 8 nipped Big Head Todd & the Monsters to advance to the finals.
Our second semi showdown features a band I have argued is the greatest in Colorado history vs a band that may well be the greatest of the present day (although that’s up to the voters to decide, init?). The bands have a lot in common. Both are fronted by riveting, enigmatic women. Both thrive on atmosphere and texture. And neither is afraid of the dark. Continue reading
Welcome to the Fall of Rome.
1: Mayweather won a unanimous decision. Just like everyone who has been paying at least a little attention knew he would. Yawn.
2: I keep hearing people calling this the “fight of the century.” And by people, I mean beefwitted sports talk assclowns. Listen, douchenozzles, nothing involving two guys ten years past their primes who have combined to knock out zero opponents in the last six or seven years is a fight of the anything, let alone century. Unless that century is very, very sad. There was a pull-apart rager last week down at the assisted care facility over which is better, tapioca pudding or chocolate, that was at least as compelling. Continue reading
Paging Matthew Grimm.
Bernie is in. And I’m in for Bernie.
One of the first things I thought was that the campaign needs a song. Maybe two. It needs an artist, one of us. There are many candidates. Jason Isbell comes to mind. So does Jeffrey Dean Foster. And maybe Paul Lewis. Or The Lost Patrol or The Blueflowers. Or Don Dixon. You know, non-corporate artists.
I don’t know. But off the top of my head, I have a few ideas for the kind of thing we’re looking for. Like “Real Americans” by Matt Grimm.
Our friend Anda Volley is back, and her latest music exploration leans into the sort of ambient I have always been intrigued by. Also, great video. Tune in, turn on, happy Saturday.
I almost titled this “Self-Portrait.”
You don’t walk away from something that was central to your very being for 35 years without … thinking about it.
Three or four years ago I wrapped my fourth book of poetry and hung up my quill, as it were. I wrote about it at the time, but no matter how self-aware or introspective or pensive or reflective you are, you simply will not fully understand this kind of momentous decision until you’ve had a chance to get away from it and develop some distance and perspective.
Lately I believe I have come to a deeper realization about my relationship with poetry than I ever had, ever could have had, before. When all is said and done, I believe poetry was killing me. Or rather, poetry was the weapon with which I was killing myself.
Here’s how it goes. Continue reading
In the fourth quarterfinal match, Fiction 8 defeats Firefall to advance to the semifinals.
The semifinal draw, courtesy of Random.org, gives these two pairings:
Fiction 8 vs. Big Head Todd & the Monsters
Snake Rattle Rattle Snake vs Space Team Electra
Let’s get it started.
My friend Anders Thyr is an extremely talented illustrator and designer, and I’m quite a fan of his work. His ongoing Weltschmerz Bears series, for instance, manages to be both whimsical and deeply thought-provoking, and it has gotten me pondering the ways humor can open a subversive back door into my intellect.
Yesterday was … unsettling. Any time you’re meeting with your physician and the words “brain tumor” come out of her mouth, it’s going to make you sit up a little straighter, even if she’s mostly dismissing it as a possibility. Mostly.
As I have noted before, I suffer from a disorder that causes significant vertigo issues and, commencing in the past few years, a condition called Nystagmus. In 2007 I visited a top dizziness expert at the University of Colorado medical center in hopes of finding some good news. I submitted to many tests and the diagnosis was a degenerative inner ear disorder. It was going to get worse, I was told. Also, people who suffer from diseases like this one enjoy an exceptionally high suicide rate. (Although, perhaps “enjoy” isn’t quite the right word.)
I had been a very active athlete my whole life, but not any more. Continue reading
Masters coverage: Of networks, pundits, kneepads and chapstick.
I watched final round coverage of the Masters today and in case you didn’t hear yet, Jordan Spieth was transcendent.
There was a problem, though. The network obviously focused camera time on the Spieth/Dustin Rose pairing, which is where all the drama was (not that there was much actual drama once they made the turn onto the back 9), and they also showed us most of what Phil Mickelson, who wound up tied with Rose for second, was doing.
So far so good. The remainder of the attention was given to the guy who finished … fourth? No. Fifth? Nope. Sixth? Nuh-uh. Continue reading
In the third quarterfinal match, Snake Rattle Rattle Snake defeats The Lumineers to advance to the semifinals.
The fourth quarter match features old vs. new, classic vs. indie, rock vs. industrial.
It was a big week for Japanese Pop. Turns out SONY has signed Metal/GirlPop fusioneers BabyMetal, with designs on taking over America. And earlier in the week I discovered Band-Maid. It only seemed right that I’d share all this, plus a little bonus, with our readers.
Let’s start here.
In the second quarterfinal Space Team Electra skunked The Samples and advance to the semis.
In our third Great Eight match we have two of Denver’s brightest contemporary lights. Continue reading
It’s a beautiful spring day out there. Let’s get it started with Jeff Shelton and The Well Wishers, shall we?
All across the country people will be celebrating First Friday tonight. Continue reading
In our first quarterfinal match Big Head Todd & the Monsters defeated Munly and advance to the semis.
Our second Great Eight showdown features two of my favorite bands from the ’90s – and two bands I discovered in the same club, the famed Fox Theater on the Hill in Boulder. Continue reading