Instagram PhotosWaiting room No. 48Rainy first day of December 2019 in Fresno, CA and that’s a good day for a Niilo Smeds record #goldrobotrecords #niilosmedsI know I just posted about David Berman’s last record, Purple Mountains, but I can’t stop listening to it. What a staggering, unexpected, and tragic elegy. #davidberman #dragcityStarting my day off with some vinyl therapy, courtesy the Portland Latinx trio Sávila. Saw this band at Mississippi Studios in Pdx when they opened for the surf rock grrls La Luz two summers ago, and then this past summer I found a copy of their LP in the used bin at Little Axe Records in Pdx’s Hollywood District. They got the smoothness I need today. #savilabandI’m so glad I picked up this vinyl copy of Deerhunter’s 2010 masterpiece, Halcyon Digest. Used to play the hell out of this record when I had a college radio show. Feels as urgent and interstellar almost a decade on as it did then. #halcyondigest #4adrecordsA rare weekday afternoon to myself at home and I’m playing the last David Berman record and hanging with my dog and sometimes crying. Purple Mountains to the max. #davidberman #dragcity #purplemountainsNew #fresnowriters tees dropping real soonFor C. W. MoultonGreat pumpkin
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Category Archives: Poems
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