The paintings of my wife and collaborator Erica Ryan Stallones are always a source of inspiration, as their unassuming subject matter recedes to reveal subtle moments of disjointedness, breaks from perspective, linear motion, and narrative.
With recent interests in developing interior lotus-organs, this record meets the challenge from the first bud that flowers from the speaker cone. Deeply spiritual investigations of overtone singing in the holiest sanctuary of the human layrnx.
Frequently claimed to be one of the worst albums ever made, I’m totally entranced by the sloppily poured love, enthusiasm, boredom, and hatred sloshing to and fro in equal, intoxicating measure.
Recently released audio-book edition of cyberpunk border poetry from one of the most overlooked heros in art, music, and literature: the one and only Neil Michael Hagerty (I was a late comer, but I’m staying awhile). The text is heftily gargled with original music, dusty-eyed transmissions from who knows where, and bloodshot speed reads from […]