This song is just like Lake Constance in February: surprisingly beautiful, and a bit sad.
A consistent theme of my late thirties is that I’m discovering or appreciating bands that I could’ve already loved in my twenties.
2022 was, for many of us, sometimes very lovely, sometimes very difficult.
When I first heard Can’t Stand by John-Allison Weiss, the song hit different.
It’s been a long year, and there is still a lot of year waiting to deteriorate. I’m trying get back into the habit of not only reading, but of reading and writing about it.
Laying in a comfy chair on my balcony, half in the shade, half in the sun, with a good book, a perfectly lovely summer Sunday. And yet. I’m not supposed to be here, I’m supposed to be on the road to Stuttgart to see Touche Amore live in Stuttgart, a band that has been tremendously …
May the holidays, friends and familystoke the fire in your heartsleaving behind the ashes of this year andturn into embers for a warmer new year.
This March, every evening after work I take the long way from my home office to the living room, walk down to the lake, take a picture, and then post it on instagram together with a song I think of that day.
New grunge album from Berlin out today.
Here’s what I read this January; Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury, The Fateful Triangle by Stuart Hall, Just Us by Claudia Rankine, Homegoing by Yaa Gyasi.