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‘Tom Verlaine was born in Morristown, New Jersey, and began his life as Thomas Miller. He began studying piano at an early age but switched to saxophone in middle school after hearing a record by Stan Getz. Verlaine was initially unimpressed with the role of the guitar in both rock and jazz, and was only inspired to take up the instrument after hearing the Rolling Stones’ “19th Nervous Breakdown” during his adolescence, at which point he began a long period of experimentation to develop a personal style. Verlaine also had an interest in writing and poetry from an early age. As a teen he was friends with future bandmate and punk icon Richard Hell (Richard Meyers) at Sanford School, a boarding school which they both attended. They quickly discovered that they shared a passion for music and poetry.

‘After one failed attempt, Verlaine (with Hell) succeeded in escaping from school and moved to New York City. He then created his stage name, a reference to the French symbolist poet Paul Verlaine. He is quoted as saying this name was inspired by Bob Dylan’s name change and was a way of distancing himself from his past. He and Hell formed The Neon Boys, recruiting drummer Billy Ficca. The Neon Boys quickly disbanded after failing to recruit a second guitarist, despite auditions by Dee Dee Ramone and Chris Stein. They reformed as Television a few months later, finding a guitarist in Richard Lloyd, and began playing at seminal punk clubs like CBGB and Max’s Kansas City. In 1975, Verlaine kicked Hell out of the band for his erratic playing and behavior, and they released their first single with Fred Smith replacing Hell. Verlaine dated poet and musician Patti Smith when they were both up-and-coming artists in the burgeoning New York punk scene. Television released two albums, Marquee Moon and Adventure, to great critical acclaim and modest sales before breaking up in 1978.

‘Verlaine is an advocate of keen and unusual (yet subtle) guitar sounds and recording techniques including close miking, delay, reverb, slap echo, phasing/flanging, tremolo, etc. Television’s first commercially released recording, “Little Johnny Jewel”, saw Verlaine plugging his guitar straight into the recording desk with no amplification. Going against the prevailing tradition of rock guitar for the past 40 years, he rarely uses distortion. Vibrato is a large part of Verlaine’s style and he makes extensive use of the Jazzmaster’s unique vibrato arm. In terms of guitar scales and note selection, Verlaine utilises the mixolydian and minor pentatonic scale like most rock guitarists, but his sequencing, phrasing, tone and approach to legato and other techniques is unconventional.

‘After the breakup of Television, Verlaine released a self-titled solo album that began a fruitful 1980s solo career. He took up residence in England for a brief period in response to the positive reception his work had received there and in Europe at large. In the 1990s he collaborated with different artists, including Patti Smith, and composed a film score for Love and a .45. In the early 90s, Television reformed to record one studio album (Television) and a live recording (Live at the Academy, 1992); they have reunited periodically for touring ever since. Verlaine released his first new album in many years in 2006, titled Songs and Other Things.

‘Verlaine is regarded by many as one of the most talented performers of the early post punk era. His poetic lyrics, coupled with his accomplished and original guitar playing, are highly influential and widely praised in the music media. He and Television bandmate Richard Lloyd are known as one of rock’s most acclaimed and inventive guitar duos. In spite of the adoration he receives from the media, Verlaine rarely reciprocates this attention in the form of interviews.’ — collaged

 

 

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Television See No Evil (1977, live at Whisky-a-Go-Go)
‘Marquee Moon is the debut studio album by American rock band Television. It was released on February 8, 1977, through Elektra Records. While often considered a seminal work to emerge from the New York punk scene of the mid-to-late 1970s, the album differed from conventional punk in its textured, guitar-based instrumental interplay and extended improvisation. As a result, it is also often cited as important to the development of post-punk in the late 1970s and 1980s. Though it was critically acclaimed at the time of its release, the album failed to garner commercial success. Marquee Moon has since been cited by numerous publications as one of the greatest albums of rock music.’ — collaged

 

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Television Venus De Milo (1977, live at Old Waldorf 1978)
‘Marquee Moon was voted as the third best album of 1977 in the Pazz & Jop, an annual poll of critics run by The Village Voice. Christgau, the poll’s supervisor, ranked it number one on his own year-end list. NME named it the fifth best album of the year on their list. Verlaine later said of the overwhelmingly positive response from critics, “There was a certain magic happening, an inexplicable certainty of something, like the momentum of a freight train. That’s not egoism but, if you cast a spell, you don’t get flummoxed by the results of your spell.”‘ — collaged

 

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Television Foxhole (1978, live on Old Grey Whistle Test)
‘Those scandalized by Marquee Moon’s wimpoid tendencies are gonna try to read this one out of the movement. I agree that it’s not as urgent, or as satisfying, but that’s only to say that Marquee Moon was a great album while Adventure is a very good one. The difference is more a function of material than of the new album’s relatively clean, calm, reflective mood. The lyrics on Marquee Moon were shot through with visionary surprises that never let up. These are comparatively songlike, their apercus concentrated in hook lines that are surrounded by more quotidian stuff. The first side is funnier, faster, more accessible, but the second side gets there–the guitar on “The Fire” is Verlaine’s most gorgeous ever.’ — Robert Christgau

 

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Television Glory (1978, live in Portland)
‘Television’s groundbreaking first album, Marquee Moon, was as close to a perfect debut as any band made in the 1970s, and in many respects it would have been all but impossible for the band to top it. One senses that Television knew this, because Adventure seems designed to avoid the comparisons by focusing on a different side of the band’s personality. Where Marquee Moon was direct and straightforward in its approach, with the subtleties clearly in the performance and not in the production, Adventure is a decidedly softer and less aggressive disc, and while John Jansen’s production isn’t intrusive, it does round off the edges of the band’s sound in a way Andy Johns’ work on the first album did not. But the two qualities that really made Marquee Moon so special were Tom Verlaine’s songs and the way his guitar work meshed with that of Richard Lloyd, whose style was less showy but whose gifts were just as impressive, and if you have to listen a bit harder to Adventure, it doesn’t take long to realize that both of those virtues are more than apparent here.’ — allmusic

 

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Kingdom Come (1979)
‘Not surprisingly, many of the songs on Tom Verlaine’s first solo album suggest the music of Television, his former band, especially in the use of vibrant and full guitar textures and frequent solo break sections in which to feature them. Verlaine’s fey vocals surprisingly do not detract from the gutsiness of these numbers. Several of the songs here utilize hooky initial guitar riffs in the tradition of 1960s bands like the Rolling Stones, the Kinks, and the Beatles, most notably on “Flash Lightning,” “Kingdom Come” — covered by David Bowie the following year on Scary Monsters (and Super Creeps) — and especially “Grip of Love. Several tracks, including “The Grip of Love”, “Breakin’ In My Heart”, and “Red Leaves” trace their roots to unreleased Television songs.”‘ — collaged

 

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Mr Blur (1981)
‘Tom Verlaine’s second album as a solo artist after disbanding Television is not groundbreaking or innovative as much as it is consistent. What is distinctive about Dreamtime, aside from its thick guitar fortifications, firm stance, and unwillingness to modify a sound he believed in, are the issues surrounding the making of these recordings. The first session was marred by the usage of poor quality reel-to-reel tapes, barely yielding only half an album. Not so much a set of tidy, trimmed concepts when one listens closely, as it is a vision of an artist laying it all out from the bottom of his heart. Many would easily admit Dreamtime is Tom Verlaine’s shining hour.’ — collaged

 

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There’s a Reason (1981)
‘Verlaine always had a reputation for being strange and tough to work with, but listening to Dreamtime reveals a more complicated and paranoid character—one for whom the future was a blank canvas, without Richard Hell, without Richard Lloyd, without Patti Smith, without Television. For those familiar with the state of New York around this time (or for those who lived through it, bless your heart), you’ll know that the paranoia wasn’t out of place—nor was it ever far from the red-eyed and panicked work of other prominent Big Apple artists, particularly those close to and within the rock and roll scene. Dreamtime is what happens when youth isn’t a fallback for cynicism anymore, and when extended melodrama becomes nihilistic, turning sentimentality into aggression. From the opening chords of “There’s a Reason,” Verlaine’s guitar parts are phrased with a shade of violence—no doubt in some instances encouraged by the frustrations of having to rerecord half of the album after some of the original sessions were lost. Solos on “The Blue Robe” and “Down on the Farm” don’t seem to be structural decisions so much as primal ones, like the wails of an animal separated from its pack.’ — Nate Rogers

 

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Clear It Away (1982, live in Madrid 1984)
‘Tom Verlaine’s second solo album, Dreamtime, was easily the finest music he’d created since Television’s Marquee Moon. It was so perfectly realized that one wondered what he could do to top it, and when 1982’s Words From the Front was released, the obvious answer was that he hadn’t; while it’s hardly a bad album, the songs don’t rank with Verlaine’s best work, and though his guitar work is superb as always, he doesn’t appear to be breaking much new ground, content for the most part to recycle ideas he’d worked through in the past. Of course, given the sterling quality of Verlaine’s work, an album could be quite good and fall below his average, and that’s certainly the case here.’ — collaged

 

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Words from the Front (1982)
‘Of course Tom Verlaine really needs no introduction. Words from the Front is a totally forgotten gem coming after two equally excellent solo albums after he left Television. Both the previous albums had stellar production with Verlaine increasingly using overdubs for a “wall of guitars” effect, creating almost orchestral soundscapes rivaling the Durutti Column at times. And of course by the second album (Dreamtime) he was oversaturating the tape, thus developing a fuller, more dynamic sound.’ — Julian Cope

 

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Rotation (1984, live in Madrid)
‘Cover is easily Tom Verlaine’s best platter since his first solo release. This album sports unusual, yet wonderfully effective and imaginative arrangements which are sparer, leaner, and more intricate than those on his earlier releases. Production values are top-shelf great. “Travelling” is a funk-flavored selection with dry screeching guitar sounds and some later slippery modulations. “Miss Emily” is a rollicking, jumpy number which (despite its quirky vocal and production touches) in places anticipates later-period songs by the Replacements. Brian Eno-era Talking Heads is evoked on the kaleidoscopically nervous “Dissolve/ Reveal.”‘ — collaged

 

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Five Miles of You (1984)
‘Anglophobes and wimpbashers won’t hear it, but Verlaine’s light touch constitutes a renewal and an achievement. Synthesized ostinatos and affected vocals are deplorable in themselves only when they’re ends in themselves. Here they’re put to the service of tuneful whimsy that has brains and heart, a sense of beauty and a sense of humor. Goofy romanticism at its driest and most charming. Supremely self-conscious, utterly unschooled, Verlaine writes like nobody else, sings like nobody else, plays like nobody else. His lyrics sound like his voice sounds like his guitar, laconic and extravagant at the same time. After three years off the boards, he’s deemphasized keyboards in a quest for dynamite riffs, and he’s found enough to thrill any fan.’ — Robert Christigau

 

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Your Finest Hour (1987)
‘The Miller’s Tale: A Tom Verlaine Anthology is a 1996 double-CD compilation album by Tom Verlaine. It chronicles his solo career and his career with Television on one CD (including several obscurities) and the other CD is an edited live performance from London in 1982. The first CD covers the period of the three Television albums, Verlaine’s solo work and also contains a selection of previously unreleased songs that were allegedly shelved after being submitted for release in 1986. These tracks were recorded in London, and includes “Your Finest Hour”, “O Foolish Heart”, “Anna”, “Sixteen Tulips”, “Call Me The”, and “Lindi-Lu”.’ — collaged

 

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Bomb (1987, live on The Tube)
‘With this release, Tom Verlaine comes full circle to the style of his initial solo album. This great platter has an energized, mostly no-nonsense feel to it that is extremely appealing. Production is meticulous, if not normally showy as on his previous album, Cover. Flash Light is chock-full of rocking numbers of all kinds, ranging from straight-ahead, meat-and-potatoes types (“Cry Mercy, Judge” and “Say a Prayer”), to the quirkier “Bomb” and “Annie’s Tellin’ Me,” to the walloping big beat of “A Town Called Walker”. Released after a three-year silence, Flash Light was well worth waiting for; this splendid album makes an excellent purchase.’ — allmusic

 

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Cry Mercy Judge (1987)
‘Tom Verlaine’s impressive 1987 LP Flash Light sees the former Television front man firing on all cylinders as a master guitarist, popsmith and lyricist. Whereas Television’s sound is famous for its symbiotic dual guitar interplay, here Verlaine’s guitarchitecture reaches an unparalleled complexity, weaving layer upon layer of steely metallic guitar upon one another in a complex mesh of sound. On the individual guitar lines, Verlaine scrupulously avoids cliche and comes up with some really original and oblique riffs. Against this backdrop, Verlaine creates some of the best melodies of his career – songs like ‘A Town Called Walker’, ‘Song’, ‘At 4 a.m’ and ‘Annie’s Tellin’ Me’ are bursting with inventive pop hooks. Even Verlaine’s lyrics are top-rate, embodying a much more poetic and metaphysical aspect than the urbane witticism of Verlaine’s usual style. A truly great album – his best solo release.’ — collaged

 

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Ore (1992)
‘If you had ever wondered what an album of Verlaine instrumental music would sound like, chances are it wouldn’t have been this. In fact, the best thing about it is that there’s no way you could ever have anticipated it. It’s more a collection of sketches for … well, something or other. Some of them hardly get started and some of them outstay their welcome. Which is not to say that there aren’t some good moments here – there just aren’t any great moments – except maybe in “Ore” when passion creeps in and you could almost be listening to a Beefheart track from around 1970. Or “Lore”, which is nearly seven minutes of frantic, aggressive, almost-desperate playing.’ — The Wonder

 

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Nice Actress (2006, live at FIB Benicassim)
‘Tom Verlaine’s first album in many years, Songs and Other Things, is not Marquee Moon. It’s not supposed to be (that was thirty years ago, remember?). Nor is it even Dreamtime – the best Tom Verlaine album. (Sure, you could argue with this and many would, in favour of the first, self-titled set. But they’d be wrong). It says right here on the insert: “recorded in and around new york city in the new century”. This is a clue. After fourteen years it makes sense that it should look anywhere but back, right? Tom Verlaine has nothing to prove to you, or anyone else. There are enough guitar heroes around who heard it all here first. Two things are immediately apparent about this album – it may be Verlaine’s most playful set of songs (of course Tom has always been playful, it’s just that no-one seemed to notice) and he’s finally found his voice. I mean, literally. He’s finally grown into the voice. Or become comfortable with it. In any case, his voice has taken on a depth, a maturity, and his singing sounds relaxed and, at the same time, more authoritative. Tom sounds as if he has a secret or two to tell you and he’s enjoying the telling.’ — The Wonder

 

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Shingaling (2006)
‘These are songs which confide, cajole, persuade, the warmth of the vocals matched by the sensuous nature of the guitar work. You’re teased with sound/sounds. Verlaine plays all the guitars and not for him the one signature tone. Instead there is almost an embarrassment of riches when it comes to guitar noises. The fluid chiming of The Earth Is In The Sky, the churning rhythm guitar of Heavenly Charm, the fabulous, lush guitar strength of Documentary, Shingaling, with its insistent, nagging spiralling guitar lines, the delicate picked figures of Blue Light. Fourteen songs and only five of them over the four-minute mark, and most of them little gems of brevity, style and technique. The album is bookended by two instrumentals – A Parade In Littleton, which sounds exactly like that, and Peace Piece, a solo guitar track that sounds as if it drifted on over from Warm and Cool. The songs themselves on this album don’t particularly sound like Tom Verlaine songs; which means that they come at you from unexpected directions and lead you to unanticipated conclusions. There’s nothing here that would really sound at home on a Verlaine album from the 1980s.’ — The Wonder

 

 

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p.s. Hey. ** G, Hey, G. I’m good, thank you. Ah, yes, I saw a pic of your brother and you reuniting on FB, that’s so nice. Hope your first jab is bad-aftermath-free. Paris is treating me very well of late. A little too warm out, but that’s not its fault. No, no event for ‘Gone’. It’s just a reprint. I did not in fact see your email, but, yes, it was probably during the endless hacking-related email onslaught when a lot of things seem to have gotten lost. Luckily the hacking or whatever seems to be over for good. Great about the reviewing gig in Queer Guru, and thank you for putting my stuff on your radar. You sound energised and up, and that’s wonderful to detect. Lots of love from me and over here. ** _Black_Acrylic, Wow, there’s a Nick Brook sighting as recently as 2020? Are you sure it’s the same guy. I don’t think he had that ‘e’. I hope it’s the same guy. Are you in touch with him? He was living in Spain the last time he was here, but that was so long ago. Yeah, all focus on righting yourself. The rest will work itself out surely. ** Dominik, Hi!!!! You’re like me with Dutch. I spoke and understood it quite well by the time I moved away from there, but I only know really rudimentary stuff now sadly. I trust that love treated baggyfreak with all due respect under the circumstances. I mean he’s not called love for nothing, right? If Scab-A-Roni wasn’t made out of meat, and I’m pretty sure it must be, I’d try a chomp, even if it’s made of nothing but cancer causing chemicals. Love making everything and everyone look as pretty as coins underwater, G. ** Misanthrope, Mm, having not eaten a scab since I was knee high to grasshopper, I can’t say for sure. I like the sound of the interior of that novel. And that’s a lot of wordage. I don’t know if I’ve ever piled that many words up in one of my novels. So, yeah. I’m sure you’ll be playing lead guitar in a Slayer cover band within a year. ** Jamie, Hi. Hm, I can’t remember if that term scab is used in that way in the US. That meaning is certainly known. I’m glad your illness was a wham-bam-thank-you-maam kind of malady. My day was pretty good. Hung out with Zac, went to my favorite bookstore, ate Indian food, went around to a bunch of galleries in the Marais, brought pastries at this insanely amazing patisserie/ teahouse/ restaurant/ shop Ogata. So, not too shabby, although I’m not sure it beats witnessing a swinging pigeon, poor thing. Here’s to our respective todays! Love, me. ** Steve Erickson, Oops, ouch. No, I haven’t heard the new Moor Mother single. Interesting that she signed to a big indie and wondering if that’ll effect her work as heavily as the similar move did to Yves Tumor’s. ** Bill, Hi. I share your hopes, of course. ‘Smithereens’, wow, Hardly remember it. I bet it looks and reads a lot better now than it did back then, but that’s a guess. ** Brian, Hi, man. At one point back in the … 80s (?) a revival theater in LA did a comprehensive Fassbinder retrospective, and my friends I went to every screening, which is why I’ve managed to see almost everything. I am weaker on his TV stuff though, for sure. The first actual theater viewing might be a screening of films by Johan van der Keuken at Le Clef tomorrow, although we might go see a Wang Bing film today as his films are being spotlit here right now that this great art/etc. venue Le Bal. Best guesses there. Oh, yeah, when does your film review thing happen? Your ‘8 1/2’ devirginisation, cool. Altered Innocence, who putout ‘PGL’ in the US, did the Hasted porn restoration. Probably pretty fun and a little tedious too like almost all 70s porn films seem at this point. You sound rested and fired up, very cool. Me too possibly. See you back here tomorrow? ** Right. I went down a Tom Verlaine rabbit hole the other day, and it made me think about how overlooked his post-Television music is and how unfortunate that is relative to its wonderfulness. And that caused me to go back and restore this old gig post from my dead blog so that you would have the choice of falling down that particular rabbit hole I mentioned. You could do much, much worse, folks. See you tomorrow.

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p.s. Hey. ** Dominik, Hi, D!!!! May ‘Gone’ meet your standards. Maybe today’s post is a distant relative of yours, ha ha? It’s true the French seem to especially fall in love with foreign stars and artists who speak French. Understandably. I really should have forced myself to learn it fluently. I’ll just go ahead and put a down payment on the chateau I’ll be able to buy with my SCAB dolphin buttplug proceeds right now. Thank you, life saver. Love spending a few seconds trying to think up the perfect riposte to Baggyfreak’s charming question then deciding, oh fuck it, and chloroforming him with one hand while speed dialing an Uber with the other, G. ** Ian, Hi, Ian. Me too (no discernible talent, making collages). I stupidly always used rubber cement in my collages so they’re crispy and brown now. I really like your piece on Expat. Is it from the novel you’ve been mentioning you’re working on? Oh, my email is denniscooper72 @outlook.com. Thanks! Later gator. ** Misanthrope, That they do. I don’t recognise the name Callum but I’ll try to find him on FB. There used to be a d.l.called Callum long ago, but surely a different fella. I like that title: ‘Between Two Worlds’. That ‘Crazy Train’ riff must be hard, no? Maybe not. But surely. ** Sypha, Thanks, James. ** G, Hi, G! Great to see you! Hope you like it. It’s … what it is, that’s for sure. You good, pal? Love, me. ** Bill, That little Gabriel Blackwell text is very interesting. I’ll seek out the totality. No reference to the Bernhard novel, I’m imagining? Although the Bernhard is also dense, compressed, but differently. Thanks! ** _Black_Acrylic, Aw, thanks, Ben! And even more thanks for that latest Play Therapy. It made my brain swim. Hm, yeah, I do always think you as a Scotland guy. Fight for your right, man. ** Brian, Hey, Brian. I’m guessing ‘Gone’ will be ‘on the shelves’ for a while. Thank you. You pulled an almost Fassbinder-y all-nighter. As it should be. How many Fassbinders haven’t you seen? I think I’ve seen almost all of them, although I should go check his CV. Ha ha, I wound up paving over ‘Jurassic World’ with more hugely budgeted ‘garbage’ in the form of ‘Dark Phoenix’. I won’t make any kind of case for it, but I will say it was 100+% more fun than ‘JW’. But I hope to now pave over ‘DP’ with something actual and in a theater even, I hope. ** jamie, Hi, Jamie. Thanks! Yeah, when Infinity Land asked to publish that scrapbook, I had to have a real think about that because, as you say, it was made for my eyes only. I didn’t know there are Leif Garrett porns out there, and, without even seeing them, I feel like I can declare them fakes, at least if they’re supposed to date from his star days. He did turn into a huge drug mess in his adult years, so I suppose anything circa then would be possible. But maybe I’ll check. Well, do the dark rides then. They’re my favorites, even much more than the coasters, and you can handle them, for sure. It is very nice indeed to be talking with you again daily, I must say. My Tuesday was nice. A bit too warm for me, but everyone but me surely thought it was glorious outside. Did a bit of Tuileries hanging and bought the new issue of The Wire and had coffees and so on. My friend Michael’s kid is … I forget, 3 years old maybe, and he talks a veritable blue streak and basically nothing but the weirdest poetry. Have the greatest Wednesday, sir. xo ** Damien Ark, Hi. Well, your description of your current writing woes sounds awfully familiar from many times in my writing history, and, if so, yeah, the blockage will  just vanish unexpectedly at any time for no discernible reason. Strange stuff: inspiration. Take care, maestro. ** Steve Erickson, I don’t keep up with true crime like I used to when it was housed in sensationalised print magazines. There is some true crime podcast out there hosted by a guy named Dennis Cooper, which I only know because people occasionally think he’s me. You can’t do what I do or try to do in my fiction in visuals without either coming off ludicrous or assaultive and numbing. It’s just not possible. With writing, it’s a 50/50 power split between reader and writer. With visuals the viewer has almost no power, at least in the moment of viewing. Everyone, Mr. Erickson has reviewed Japanese Breakfast’s new album JUBILEE right here. Thanks! ** Okay. Long ago there was a d.l. of this blog who sometimes called himself Put The Lotion in the Basket and sometimes called himself Stoopid Slapped Puppies. His real, or at least ‘real’, name was Nick Brooks, and he was quite a brilliant guy. I often wonder whatever happened to him. Anyway, he made the yummy post you have before you today. See you tomorrow.