The first sort of classic poem I ever memorized was To Althea From Prison by Lovelace, the cavalier.
But as a Mancunian whose teens were set to a soundtrack of Oasis, Liam could have come out and played Wonderwall on his iPhone and I’d still think he was the coolest man alive. That's a great line from Stefan Kyriazis. As a Pennsylvanian whose teens were set to the same three albums, I know … Continue reading Liam in London
When you write a post about Thomas Pynchon and Roy Orbison, I suppose you can't be annoyed when only six people read it. (And I thank you). But, I mean, it's Roy Orbison. Here's a 40-page essay about The Crying of Lot 49 written by Edward Mendelson at Yale in 1975. (Just to show you … Continue reading Thomas Pynchon and Billy Joel
Happy Thanksgiving from the Cocca Internet Array. Two kinds of medleys on my mind. The vegetable kind, for obvious reasons, and the musical kind. I was playing with a chord progression/strum pattern just now, and decided that "We Are Going to Be Friends" and "Rock Around the Clock" make an excellent medley (play them both … Continue reading Medleys
Noel Gallagher had a habit of writing great songs that most people (at least in the US) never really got a chance to hear. This one's called "I Will Believe." It's not on Definitely Maybe (I listened to that album about 100,000 times) but it's on the recent deluxe release. I love how you can … Continue reading 90s B-Side: I Will Believe
Just added to the reading list. "Trick Mirror is an enlightening, unforgettable trip through the river of self-delusion that surges just beneath the surface of our lives. This is a book about the incentives that shape us, and about how hard it is to see ourselves clearly through a culture that revolves around the self. In … Continue reading I’ll Be Your Trick Mirror
I planted wildflowers in my yard. I know that sounds stupid. Wildflowers are supposed to be wild. I don't check them everyday, even though I know that botany, or whatever it is I'm doing, is not like physics. Plants don't mind being observed, they don't hide their position or speed. But still, there's uncertainty. It … Continue reading We Belong Among the Wildflowers