Wednesday, August 20, 2014 Monday, August 18, 2014 Thursday, August 14, 2014 Wednesday, August 13, 2014 Thursday, August 7, 2014

Two reviews from last week that I forgot to mention here (until now):

  • I wrote about veteran producer Hanssen’s solid debut full-length, Seven Years Week, for Pitchfork. It’s a nice collection of playful, inquisitive, mostly ambient electronic music.
  • I wrote about Spoon’s excellent new album They Want My Soul for TIME’s print edition. You should be able to grab this review’s parent issue now if you’re in the U.S. — it might even be outdated — but I won’t have a copy until next Monday, I think. This is one of Earth’s greatest rock bands in top form.

I’m working on a bunch of stuff through this weekend, so this’ll remain a link dump zone until at least next week. After that, I’m hoping to get some stuff up; I have some ideas that have been rattling around for a few weeks now, and they need to be cleared off the shelves somehow. Thanks for reading, hope you’re enjoying whatever season you’re currently experiencing! (It’s summer here, and I’ll be sad to see it go.)

Wednesday, July 30, 2014 Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Bahamas, “Lost in the Light”

My friend Martine came with me to Pitchfork’s festival this year. A few of you probably met her there; she has long, wavy red hair and great outfits, and every time I introduced her, I said something like, “We went to high school together! Up in Canada, of course.” Martine has always been a lot cooler than I am, though I suppose I don’t set the bar very high. When we were much younger, she already had a good handle on who she was and what she liked; she had better ways of finding music, she liked to watch movies that would never come within hundreds of miles of our shabby hometown theater, she could draw and paint. She could smoke those little flavoured cigarillos, the ones that come in cherry and honey, with a thoughtfulness — and even a sort of glamour — that felt shipped in from a different decade. (I tried to emulate her one summer, and smoked one after a bad date while the NBA Finals played in the background. I coughed for two days straight. It was a reminder of my limits.) I used to be jealous of her because she made growing up look very easy. Today, I just feel lucky to have her in my life. Being with her makes you feel like you’re part of something, or like you’re in on a little secret. I think you have to hold onto friends like that with all your might. 

At the end of June, Justin and I rented a car and drove up to visit Martine in Ottawa. She kept us busy, and one late afternoon we fell into a half-nap in her bedroom, slipping in and out of consciousness as the sun filtered through her curtains and onto our faces. I woke up at some point and this song was barely audible, warm and weathered, slowly rising, just out of reach like a dream you’re trying to keep alive. I’ve listened to it every few days since, and I think about Martine every time: my dear friend, laptop full of little treasures like this one, one or two steps ahead of me until one of us kicks the bucket. 

Thursday, July 24, 2014

The last few weeks have been pretty busy with “real” work, writing, and travel, so here are some quick and dirty links to reviews that have been published during that time:

  • I reviewed Slow Club’s excellent new album Complete Surrender for Pitchfork.
  • I reviewed Woman’s Hour’s promising debut Conversations for Pitchfork.
  • I reviewed Jenny Lewis’ strong return to the spotlight The Voyager for Myspace.

I also had a lovely time in Chicago for Pitchfork’s music festival. It was great to see plenty of friends who come up often (or did, once) in this dashboard or my Twitter feed. I love going to P4kfest because it’s the rare chance I have to put on my music critic drag; when I went back to work on Tuesday, all I could think about was the time I spent living my second life in a different country. I can’t wait to go back next year. 

I hope you’re having a nice week, and thanks for reading. 

Tuesday, July 8, 2014