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Thank you for asking. Yes, all the photos here are mine. If you like them, visit the original blog, which began as a home for images. (I’m approaching 19 years in this game.) There’s also a gallery on my name site, a timid bridge between the first website and this newsletter.
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We were listening to this mix of digital dub made in the UK between 1989 and 1999 and Heidi nailed it: “It’s two things at once. Definitely dub, but…
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Let’s cut to the chase. According to my friend Catherine Lacey, the debut album from Wet Leg, which is called Wet Leg, is “NOTHING BUT BANGERS.” Do you…
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Having a rough one, so today’s choices are designed to make it better, hopefully for the both of us. That photo right there was taken at dawn on Route…
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We saw Wu Tsang’s Moby Dick over the weekend. Though it will probably reach you as a traditional film, it was conceived as a silent film with live…
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I’m going to use a word I don’t even like: civilized. The containment of well-played jazz suggests a civilized interaction, one that can can be imagined…
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The ten JD Twitch mixtapes on Optimo Music’s Bandcamp page create a sublime fifteen hours of music if you scronch them all together. Tones of winter…
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S/FJ 2.0—what you are reading—is now three years old. Revisit our meager first post to see how far we’ve come and reward yourself for sticking with us…
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