Swinging Modern Sounds #80: I Just Don’t Want to Wait Around Anymore
Mulcahy’s Possum is, like the animal titularly referred to, a sly and imaginative affair...
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Rick Moody
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Rick Moody is the author of six novels, three collections of stories, a memoir, and a volume of essays, On Celestial Music. His most recent publication is Hotels of North America, a novel. With Kid Millions of Oneida, he recently released the album The Unspeakable Practices (Joyful Noise recordings).
Swinging Modern Sounds #79: The Rhythm Section Speaks
Maybe there is something important about rock and roll now, rock and roll the neglected past tense of a musical form, and that is that it is the music of adults.
Swinging Modern Sounds #78: Conceived as a Playlist
Shadowbahn [...] is among the most unusual, and most extreme, in a literary career that has often been marked by its unpredictability.
Swinging Modern Sounds #77: People Give Me Things, Part One
[T]he thing about receiving music from other people is this: there is always some grace associated with the transaction.
The Rumpus Interview with Abraham Burickson
Rick Moody talks with Abraham Burickson, Artistic Director of Odyssey Works, a San Francisco-based theater company whose works are designed for an audience of one.
Swinging Modern Sounds #76: American Songbag
In the broadest sense, I think of this work as being about the stuff of life: excitement, love, disappointment, pride, nature, cities, war, loneliness, work, class distinction, communication.
Swinging Modern Sounds #75: The Petra Haden Story
At every turn, Haden’s decisions, while labor-intensive and rigorous, feel fresh, passionate, funny, and new.
Swinging Modern Sounds #74: A Social Practice
Everywhere there is sterling musicianship, of the original, unexpected sort.
Swinging Modern Sounds #73: Prince Rogers Nelson, Guitar Player: A Symposium
I started thinking about additional, more slantwise ways we might talk about his legacy. What if I organized a bunch of guitar players?
Swinging Modern Sounds #72: Urban Pastoral
It’s like a landscape that you can’t know until you’ve seen it through four seasons, until you’ve seen it on days gray and bright.
Swinging Modern Sounds #71: A Michael Bay Film Eating Itself
“Love,” then is not to be taken lightly here. It is being engaged at full force, megaphonically.
Swinging Modern Sounds #70: Alien Now!
Maybe, in terms of idiom, The Dabbers are like a thrash rock and roll version of the Cocteau Twins, or what the This Mortal Coil would sound like if the Dead Boys tried to cover one of their albums.