here we go

The Minutemen had it right. Put up a flyer. This date, this place. Play at the specified time. Anything you do is a beginning and two years later you will sound like yourself.

Here, there will be memories, theories, stories, playlists, photos, and interviews. I will be writing about books, performances, albums, bagels, songs, time, bagels, oil paint, coffee, film crews on Avenue B, bagels, and myself, because I am a person and I have a brain and that’s going to be the case. I am going to talk to people who think about the things I am thinking about and to the people who make the things I am thinking about. Journalism will not be saved, rebooted, or turbo-charged here. I am not sure that this blogletter is even going to be journalism.