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  • August 15, 2011

    [Stars Of The Lid – “Goodnight” MP3] I’m driving along Interstate-280 in New Jersey. My car is traveling over the crest of a hill, and through my windshield the moon dominates the night sky, shining brightly. So this is it: the voyage home. “The end” has ceased to be a faint beacon blinking in the distance. It is here now, blinking so bright it […]

  • August 14, 2011

    I arrived in Louisville yesterday several hours earlier than expected. I parked on Bonnycastle and walked to WHY Louisville. It started to rain, and I was the only customer in the store, so I sat on the counter and began talking with the female cashier who was keeping busy playing on the Internet. I mentioned how I think the rain has been following me […]

  • August 13, 2011

    Everything was set. I was in Chicago, I had my interviews completed, and I was heading back to Jet’s apartment to call the studio and ask if I could talk to Steve that night. When I called, though, it wasn’t Steve who answered the phone. It was “weekend John,” a studio intern. When I asked if Steve was around, John told me Steve went […]

  • August 12, 2011

    My introduction to Jason Molina’s musical output was late, a bit backwards, and came entirely by chance. In the Spring of my junior year of college I was having problems sleeping. That is to say, I couldn’t sleep. I attempted cutting down on caffeine, doing exercises to tire myself, writing lists of things I needed to accomplish for the rest of the week, and […]

  • August 11, 2011

    “Rich’s band Bear Claw just finished recording with Steve at Electrical,” Jet says to me over the phone. “Sick Room Records is going to release their album, and Southern Records will distribute it, so you’ll probably be able to find a copy easily.” “What does it sound like?” I inquire. “Bear Claw? Rich and this other guy Rob play bass, and [Scott] Pico is […]

  • August 10, 2011

    [American Analog Set – “Gone To Earth” MP3] “I’m between Galena, Illinois and Rockford. Where the Peaches played. Is that the second A League Of Their Own reference I’ve made this summer? Yikes. I spent last evening and the first part of today with my Aunt Kathy and Uncle Jeffrey. Uh… They fed me a lot. A lot, a lot. I think they could […]

  • August 8, 2011

    There was no sleep to be had last evening. I was wide-awake when wake-up call I had scheduled for 7:00am came. My bags were sitting untouched by the door to my room, so I simply picked them up and walked to the front desk to check out. I left behind two shattered mirrors, a dozen or so empty bottles of Fat Tire and a […]

  • August 7, 2011

    It’s 8:10pm in Rapid City, South Dakota. I’m already drunk, and I still have two pint glasses in front of me waiting to be consumed. Curse the cute girl with the nose ring behind the check-in counter at this Ramada for telling me I looked like I needed multiple “Buy One Get One Free” passes for the hotel bar. If today hadn’t gone as […]

  • August 6, 2011

    [Giant Sand – “Sucker In A Cage” MP3] Yesterday, in Billings, I strolled up and down Grand Avenue, the main stretch of local businesses in this city. After visiting a record store (whose facade touted the availability of tie-dyed t-shirts—what a novelty!), I found a liquor store called “Brews.” Expecting to find some local beer, I was greeted by a selection of booze which […]

  • August 5, 2011

    The pages in this manuscript of my year are falling out. With age comes wear and tear. I know this because I am living this. Still moving through Big Sky country I am gliding on streets like glass. Slip through canyons, and over rivers, lakes and creeks. There is a concerto of insects and birds set against the rhythm of a summer breeze. […]

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