Category Archives: music

The death of the subject

A lot of the time I can’t deal with stressful novels. It took me several run-ups before I was able to career and carom through Kafka’s The Trial: several-less-one false starts followed by a particularly relaxed few weekends. More generally my nerves … Continue reading

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The death of the author

When I find an artist – author, musician, painter – who excites me completely, from head to toe, it sometimes suits my appreciation of their work if they’re long since dead. I know that sounds ghoulish, but it isn’t meant … Continue reading

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This wasn’t the song about an easy lover that I thought it was going to be either

Easy lover! She’ll get a hold on you: believe it. She’s like no other; Perhaps she’ll die.

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To the tune of Boogie Nights

Coeliac! Ain’t so bad, long as you don’t eat bread Coeliac! Don’t use wheat; try some buckwheat instead Eat what a coeliac eats (eat what a coeliac eats) ‘Cause coeliacs have always the nicest treats! Got to keep on oatcakes; … Continue reading

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This wasn’t the song about old people I thought it was going to be

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe; She had so many children she didn’t know what to do. Perhaps she’ll die.

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Life is a do-it-yourself project

The year has rolled around to the months during which I traditionally try to plan some sort of literary project for Christmas. I finally finished Exercises in Song a few months ago (I don’t blame anyone who didn’t notice) and … Continue reading

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Make way for the self-made man

Until maybe two months ago, I could only tell you so much about Edwyn Collins. He did “A Girl Like You,” and was in Orange Juice, who were on Postcard Records, which were something Scottish and exclusive and indie, oh, … Continue reading

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