Category: Song of the Day

The multiplicity of life's demands beckons to one, the living beckon to one and say: 'Come to us, we will take care of you.' One who is dead, however, cannot beckon... Little by little, as the dead crumbles away, the memory crumbles away between the fingers and one...

We step down from the Green Line bus, late as usual, and enter the theater well into the third reel. The 'Boy Meets Girl, Boy Loses Girl' plot devices have spun away, to be rewound after the crowd departs. And as 'Chain of Sparks' plays over the rolling credits, our...

What is the price of being wrong? Best case, you draw to an inside straight in a penny poker game and transfer a few coins from your pile to your best friend's pocket, change he will return tomorrow night when he buys you a pint at the Malt Shovel Inn. Worst case, you...

and in the ponds broken off from the skymy feeling sinks, as if standing on fishes.- Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by Robert Bly) Him Horrison etches stark lines on off-white gesso-coated canvas, using minimal figures to invoke the complexity of the human experience,...

Summer percolates just beyond the horizon. It may not seem as such if you are in Minnesota buried beneath four feet of snow. But here in Houston, where the Earth is flat and the sky meets the sand at an indiscernible meridian hidden in the haze, we alternate between...

What is your existential earwig, that driver of desire that crawls into a metaphysical opening and burrows deep into your brain to reside there, tapping its tiny talon on your cerebral cortex, driving you daily to seek... what? Love, money, a better overdrive pedal?...

I think about the mistakes and I know it's alright Because if perfect's the goal I'd fuck it up every time- Scott Yutzy, 'Every Girl That I'm Into Seems to Love Cigarettes' If perfection is your goal then you will be an underachiever, in Life and in Love, two realms...

Wait a minute, just give me, give me, give me a break a second.- Todd Rundgren, album version of 'Hello It's Me' Everyone needs a break. From love, from life, from the bassist who won't play the three-note pickup of the intro. But when you are the player of every...

Love and beer are opposites. The first time beer passed your tongue, you retched like a sailor on shore leave in New Orleans. It didn't help that you were sampling a stale, half-empty can that you found in the basement the morning after one of your big brother's...

Mott the Hoople was one of those almost bands: almost roots-rock, almost pop, almost great. After releasing four albums that were barely noticed in the US, the band gained traction with 1972's David Bowie-produced All the Young Dudes. Mott the Hoople was shoved - or...