The Smashing Pumpkins: Today
Bored by the chore of saving face.
You ultimately realize that the harder you squeeze and hold on to old workflows, the quicker things slip through your fingers.
Here’s a thing I wrote introducing the new essentia creative site. (In case you couldn’t guess, it’s all responsive and stuff.) Please go check it out.
We have a million fonts, a million colors, and a million piles of shit leaving our fingers all day long. It’s just sad to me, because when you look at this [vintage ephemera], it’s just about communication. One font and a thing called hierarchy.
Imagine Johnny All-Star tells you his father used to throw bottle caps to him to hit in their basement to improve his hand-eye coordination. Great story. But now you’ve got to ask him to describe the basement, to tell you what drinks the caps came from (Yoo-Hoo? Root beer? Ginger Ale?), to tell you if he ever nailed his father in the eye with one of those caps—all the things that turn a generic story into a specific time and place for the reader. The time to think about those details is not when you’re sitting down to write, but as you’re listening and reporting. There are great reporters who are not great writers. I can’t think of any great writer that’s not a great reporter.
I think year-end “best-of” lists would be so much more interesting if they focused on what the reviewer actually listened to, rather than what they thought they should like. Thanks fo the magic of things like last.fm, this is actually pretty easy.
In that spirit, here are my Top 20 Albums of 2012, based upon actual listens recorded by last.fm:
So, let’s see. Three of the twenty albums on this list (Tame Impala, Bob Mould and Dr. Dog) were originally released this year, and the number one album is old enough to drink.
The first thing I heard today was that he grew up on a pig farm. That’s quite a start in my book. And my last memory was watching him hang 70 on Nebraska. Just those two facts are enough. Then, I hear that he’s out of the Hayden Fry-Bill Snyder-Barry Alvarez coaching tree. Oh, that’s enough for me to like a lot. Then, I hear he’s got a 27-year-old wife. Okay, we can stop. I like him.
i am going to make it though this year if it kills me