She literally makes me cry. It’s a Saturday, I’m dicking around on YouTube and find myself watching The Pixies NPR Tiny Desk Concert. That leads me to Neko Case’s Tiny Desk Concert. She plays this song and I find myself welling up. To give you an idea of how nuts that is, the Tiny Desk show is taking place on Halloween and she’s dressed as a gorilla. Doesn’t matter. Tears. That’s how good she is.
Truth or dare on Broad City. This show is the best.
“There are professional thrills and there are professional thrills, but I am extra especially thrilled to report that FSG is going to be publishing John Darnielle’s novel, Wolf in White Van, this fall. John is famous for his work with the Mountain Goats, and I suspect that none of the many fans who know his lyrics and have heard his stories will be surprised by the revelation that his is a genuinely literary mind. And it’s true—Wolf in White Van emphatically proves that his imagination and voice are at least as at home on the page as they are in song.
There are many things worth singling out for praise in Wolf in White Van:the unforgettable main character, Sean Phillips, who has been isolated by a disfiguring injury since age seventeen; Trace Italian, the intricate game within the novel that Sean created and runs; the interplay of real and imagined worlds, which is both complex and heartbreaking; the structure of the storytelling—audacious, brilliant, and never anything but convincing and unreasonably suspenseful; the prose itself, which is precise and beautiful and (forgive me) lyrical.”
Read more from editor Sean McDonald about Wolf in White Van here.
so here is a thing that is happening in my life that I am really incredibly excited about
I can say from SECRET, PERSONAL EXPERIENCE that this novel is utterly magnificent.
It shouldn’t surprise anyone that John D can write good like crazy good. But somehow I was still surprised, and moved, and amazed page after page after page.
I am talking about audible gasp type stuff, and also deeper, interior gasps of reflection and astonishment and gratitude.
Also, that book jacket is incredible, even thought I solved the maze in like, nine seconds, because of my powers.
But otherwise, this story is a hard and beautiful human puzzle that will be a pleasure to solve and resolve over many readings. And you can quote me on that. Every day.
That is all.
Song: Les Paul & Mary Ford - Smoke Rings (1952)
Sent By: Clayton H.
Date: October 21st, 2011
Les Paul and Mary Ford were a popular married duo in the 50’s. After successful stints as recording artists and hosts of their own radio program, the couple soon learned that they hated each other and got divorced in 1963. This is probably why Ford wanted to follow the smoke rings from whatever it is she smoked into the ether, far far away from Les Paul. Far as I can tell Les wanted to make/sell guitars/record songs/be generally active, while Mary wanted to do a whole lot of nothing (which I’m completely into). It’s a bad combo. He was probably always waking her up early on Saturday morning to go hiking, while she just wanted to stay in bed and eat and fuck like a normal human being. Eventually she probably caved and went hiking once or twice only to resent him forever for it. I’ve seen it a million times.
Far as the song goes, I can’t say it’s doing much for me. I know Les Paul is a great guitarist and all (Rolling Stone Magazine’s #18 of all time), but as a novice it’s difficult for me to tell the amount of technical proficiency that goes into something like this. It’s like one part honky-tonk, one part Hawaiian, which I suppose is an interesting mix. It’s moody and breezy and haunting all at the same time, yet I still just don’t care. Guess it’s just not my bag.
I’m giving it a C+ because I was able to say nice things about it which means it’s better than a flat C. Ultimately though, I found it pretty forgettable.