Tim Burton's latest, Alice in Wonderland, for all intents and purposes appears to be an exercise in turning on Ann Everton's Binch mode. Watch Hausu instead--Disney doesn't need your money, and Hausu ruled and is way trippier than Alice in Wonderland. But for the sake of gentleness, I'll try to flip it around and say something positive: all them ... Continue Reading

In the world of music, there are performers and there are artists. While it may read like a repurposed Volkswagen tagline, this statement—rather, the sentiment it conveys—highlights a sometimes not-so-clear demarcation between what one might call “transient” and “lifer” musicians, the casual hobbyists and the consummate professionals, the hometo ... Continue Reading

All you lot currently prying yourselves from the icy grip of the Snowpocalypse may hate me for writing this, but I actually like the wintertime. I like the solstice/holiday season that kicks everything off, and I like the cold nights that are perfectly suited to heavy blankets, long books, and hot cups of tea. I like wool coats and sweaters, scarve ... Continue Reading

Sweet sassy molasses, is it 2010? Already? What in the world happened to 2009? A better question: what the hell has taken me so long to get through this blasted pile of albums? What, indeed. Laziness, cable TV (specifically: Sterling Cooper and the Paddy’s gang), Wii-ing, bears, and a woefully short attention span all have something to do wi ... Continue Reading

In white impossible halfway house, goodbye, scratch long lost love. White mice, black rat dash and echo every hour in this white inhuman asylum of souls, holed up in heaven, without angels, undying, cold and numb. There’s a daydream. There’s high school. You and me. There we hang out, hang on, hang . . . . Our happy fix loves us more tha ... Continue Reading