The Big Sugar Jetfighter Bonanza
It’s June 21 in the old house tonight, babulons. Let’s Potp.
The Big Sugar Jetfighter Bonanza
A Guided By Voices song that doesn’t exist yet? Really just some free association. The sounds of words. The shapes and textures of them. Semantic substance follows (or doesn’t), but the material substance is unassailable.
Resisting or Not Resisting Glossolalia
I’m feeling an increasing affection for songwriters with a reputation for rambling, nonsense, free association—your Bob Pollards, Elizabeth Frasers, Cedric Bixler-Zavalas, Jónsis—and those adjacent, your Björks, Joannas Newsom, Dave Bermans, Bill Callahans. Bob Dylan had his “the sun is not yellow, it’s chicken” moment on Highway 61 Revisited, which also gave us “Desolation Row,” one of the finest pieces of songwriting to maunder medusine through the aquarium of my awareness.
200:50:100
The RGB values of these new headers I’m trying out. It’s nice to dial in the vibe. I will continue to dial and to experiment.
Moddy Bizdorphia
It’s possible—possible—that I might be channeling my extreme body dysmorphia into hyperlexicality, video games, and a fascination with bears. Possible. I’m acknowledging it might be the case. That’s all I am doing.
Enter Mumsmaw
This week’s Sarlaccian photograph comes courtesy of these white mums and the rapacious verdegreen surging therein.
—Dara Khan