By the age of six, I could circumscribe my world in song. I was not particularly precocious. My world was just small. Ultimately, it would…
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Art is urgency: It pierces our awareness in a flash of brilliance, pulling us into an experience bigger than our selves, provoking a response. It…
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The door swings open as we pass the café. The A/C is turned up all the way, and we are embraced by a coolly seductive…
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Two electric guitars recite a harmoniously staggered theme, shadowing a couple up a flight of stairs. They pause on every third step, perhaps restating their…
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My brother and I sat on the front stoop, with impressively out-of-tune plastic guitars in our hands. With sibling harmony decades removed from the Louvins,…
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The small moments in our lives are often filled with the most portent. We all know these moments, too. When we find our hand on…
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Last night, in a concrete pop-up dive with a Christmas ornament for a mirrored ball, I witnessed all that is good about rock and roll.…
Comments closedThe space at Gig is simple, unadorned save for a dozen guitars that hang just inside the door, filling a small wall. The guitars tell…
Comments closedWithout melody. The sound of one key tapping: Desire’s fulfillment. 07 August 2008
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