Category Archives: Music

Two Translations

Below are translations for my two favorite songs by the Russian group Кино (Kino, tr. Cinema or Film), the most important musical act to come out of the pre-collapse USSR. Kino was formed in Leningrad in the summer of 1981

Two Translations

Below are translations for my two favorite songs by the Russian group Кино (Kino, tr. Cinema or Film), the most important musical act to come out of the pre-collapse USSR. Kino was formed in Leningrad in the summer of 1981

Sergei Parajanov, Indie Music Icon?

Sergei Parajanov—auteur, artist, dissident, visionary and…indie music icon? Most of you who know Parajanov—if you’ve heard of him at all—know him from the Soviet cult films The Color of Pomegranates (alternately known as Sayat Nova) and Ashik Kerib. Parajanov was

Sergei Parajanov, Indie Music Icon?

Sergei Parajanov—auteur, artist, dissident, visionary and…indie music icon? Most of you who know Parajanov—if you’ve heard of him at all—know him from the Soviet cult films The Color of Pomegranates (alternately known as Sayat Nova) and Ashik Kerib. Parajanov was

In the Shadow

I got this in my inbox this morning and thought it warranted further discussion. Let me explain: T-man works at an indie record label where he regularly processes vinyls like this one and as the saying goes, two sightings signal

In the Shadow

I got this in my inbox this morning and thought it warranted further discussion. Let me explain: T-man works at an indie record label where he regularly processes vinyls like this one and as the saying goes, two sightings signal

Enjoy the Silence

Hey dudes, check out the piece I wrote on the silence of John Cage for this month’s issue of Artwrit. I really dig the publication, not in the least for its almost monastic disavowal of images—who needs ‘em? If you

Enjoy the Silence

Hey dudes, check out the piece I wrote on the silence of John Cage for this month’s issue of Artwrit. I really dig the publication, not in the least for its almost monastic disavowal of images—who needs ‘em? If you

The Chronicles of Kanye

Kanye West is an artist. Kanye West is the black James Franco. He’s deep and misunderstood and really knows commercial art. Vanessa Beecroft thinks so, and not just ‘cause they’re paying her. I mean, he doesn’t draw or paint or

The Chronicles of Kanye

Kanye West is an artist. Kanye West is the black James Franco. He’s deep and misunderstood and really knows commercial art. Vanessa Beecroft thinks so, and not just ‘cause they’re paying her. I mean, he doesn’t draw or paint or

The Great Hip Hop Cop Out

In last week’s issue of New York, resident cultural critic Sam Anderson plugs the release of The Anthology of Rap, a long-awaited encyclopedic reference for hip-hop lyrics published by Yale University Press. At first, he’s on to something: “…that’s one

The Great Hip Hop Cop Out

In last week’s issue of New York, resident cultural critic Sam Anderson plugs the release of The Anthology of Rap, a long-awaited encyclopedic reference for hip-hop lyrics published by Yale University Press. At first, he’s on to something: “…that’s one

Driving in Platforms

In the swinging sixties and couch-colored seventies, London had Twiggy, Paris had Bardot and Iran had Googoosh—the girl with the boy’s name and booming voice. This, of course, was before the Islamic Revolution, which brought back arbitrary fatwas and made

Driving in Platforms

In the swinging sixties and couch-colored seventies, London had Twiggy, Paris had Bardot and Iran had Googoosh—the girl with the boy’s name and booming voice. This, of course, was before the Islamic Revolution, which brought back arbitrary fatwas and made