Those of you who’ve been hipped to the traditional-folk scene by A Complete Unknown (and maybe before that by Inside Llewyn Davis) should enjoy this episode of the Walter Martin Radio Hour. And maybe that will turn you on to the distinctive sensibility of Mr. Martin.
Phil Christman’s gentle pushback to my recent comments on Resistance-blogging is unsurprisingly good. What he’s doing makes a lot of sense.
Margery Brews of Norfolk, in the year of our Lord 1477, writes to her “right well-beloved valentine.”
Today I’ve been going around singing R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion” in the voice of Comic Book Guy. You’re welcome.
Two quotations on two visions of “human survival.”
I wrote about true crime and the rise of the detective story.
Further adventures in analog: Currently listening to John Coltrane, Ballads, on vinyl. ♫
Our son Wes in the Tate Gallery London, summer 1996. Taken (by Teri, I’m almost sure) with our beloved Nikon FE-2, which we still have, though it’s in need of repair. Maybe we should’ve stuck with that camera all these years. That print is small … I wonder if I can find the negative …
