Tag: rock
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Spittoon Scrap Tune Wrap

The songs I spun voraciously in 2024—Now featuring more new stuff than before!
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How NOT to DJ a Preschool Graduation Ceremony

This piece is a warning: If you ever find yourself tagged in as DJ for a preschool graduation ceremony, pay very careful attention to the songs you play.
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ST. PATRICK’S SMACKDOWN 2024

THE MURPHYS VS. MOLLY I made this flier. I was proud of it. I think a lot of white people in the United States are aspirationally Irish—especially when it comes to their media consumption. It’s part of the popular myth of the Irish in America: Civil War heroes who consistently prove their willingness to get…
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The Miles – Issue 1: At It Again

Here it is: My big January 2023 project. The Miles are a San Diego-based rock ‘n’ roll band. I’ve written about their music before. So, imagine my unbridled glee when Mike asked me to collaborate on a comic book about the band. He wrote the words and did the initial storyboard. I took on the…
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American Downfall Annual Sounds Haul: 2022 in Tunes, PART ONE

Introduction OK—end of the year, time to account for the last twelve months of spins. And since I recently spent a few months “between jobs,” and consequently am still on the Lyndon Johnson lunchtime diet (depicted below), I’m gonna try to keep it short this time. We’ll see how that turns out. Still, it shouldn’t…
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SNOT ROCK CD Selections 002: The Miles, Live! In Palmdale

Sorry for the delay. I seem to be using my extended burnout as justification for weekend trips up and down the California coast these days. I’ve seen the Miles, a classically scrappy San Diego rock trio, about five times since they formed in 2018. In that time, their song-to-song style has veered between hefty-swag-packin’ garage…
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SNOT ROCK CD Selections 001: Elvis Costello, My Aim Is True

I’m starting this CD reviews series with a personal favorite: My Aim Is True, Elvis Costello’s 1977 full-length—the album where Declan Patrick MacManus conclusively proved that mixing jittery nerd-rock, cynical lit-pop, semi-goofy vintage posturing, and biting, self-aware toxicity makes for a pretty solid angst-pop cocktail. I first heard Costello in high school. It was a…
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On Compact Discs

My CD player isn’t really supposed to be a CD player. It’s a Sony SLV-D370P, a CD/DVD/VCR combo platter from the mid-2000s. Back then, it must have been a versatile, exciting piece of machinery. But in 2022, I found it in my parents’ garage, pretty dirty but fully functional. Mom and Dad are firmly on…

