If I could choose the moment, play the Schubert Piano Sonata in B-flat, 1st movement, and I’ll gladly expire at the end. If I can’t choose, then give me a Chopin playlist for my last hours.

The 3 volumes of “New York Noise” show off the breadth of NYC underground music that was rubbing elbows with old-school CBGB punk.

“Yakuza Apocalypse—admittedly not representative”

“I want more hours of engagement. Why are more hours of engagement important? Because you get more data and information about a customer that then allows you to do things like monetize through alternate models of advertising as well as subscriptions, which I think is very important to play in tomorrow’s world.”

Grammarians refer to this as the super-passive voice.

Don’t mind if I do!

There’s a noir book called “You Play the Red and the Black Comes Up” that’s analogously around the bend. I keep wanting my spouse to read it, but I get stuck on whether she should read a couple more typical noirs first or just get blindsided. Like “Kiss Me Deadly,” it’s so of the genre, but so weird—so much of it—at…

I’ve told a story on TOS of watching Requiem for a Dream on IFC one night and being so beaten up by the experience that I just sat unmoving on the couch until the next thing came on. That was The Double Life of Veronique. I had never heard of Kieslowski or seen Irene Jacob before, and I’ve always been grateful to the…

Yep, it’s been a good few years for horror and horror-adjacent film if you can keep to that approach. I saw The VVitch, Green Room, The House of the Devil, The Guest, The Innkeepers, The Blackcoat’s Daughter, The Babadook, and Hereditary in that frame of mind.

Dammit. That’s where I thought this was posting. Apologies all.

Feels like I summoned this news by listening to Yes this afternoon.

dammit - should’ve reloaded the comments :(

Prince - Around the World in a Day

We tried a whole ton of MacGuyver shit—making gliders and trying to catch air over the pool, picking a lock with lightbulb filament, fighting with improvised weapons... That was a good era of network TV for a kid.

Which I guess is a sign that I’ll listen to that William Onyeabor comp later today. 

Spending this morning with 1980/81 vintage David Byrne - Remain in Light, The Catherine Wheel, My Life in the Bush of Ghosts

Fair enough. I was reacting a little blindly this morning. 

Figures the original #MeToo perp would be the first welcomed back into public life. Hey Bill, but you don’t need or deserve any public visibility in 2018. The interviews you’ve been doing on this book tour are an embarrassment. (Also, fuck him and Blair for the “third way.”)

No mention of Mel Gibson’s Passion of the Christ? 

You’ll have a tricky time with Hereditary, because it is *very* good, but there’s enough familiarity in places that your mileage will vary. It probably won’t take you far enough down the scary road (that feeling when you first saw Alien or The Thing or some other experience that you can still remember shaking you),…