Swinging Modern Sounds: Observations on the Occasion of a 100th Column
The clash of opinions about music is music itself.
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Swinging Modern Sounds #92: Perfection
You will now find some version of the list below. It is imperfect.
Picking the Green Path: A Conversation with Ansley Simpson
"The green path takes far more work to even recognize—it takes bushwhacking."
The Rumpus Mini-Interview Project #143: Saul Austerlitz
“I felt that Meredith Hunter was the invisible figure at the center of the story.”
Coming Clean
Intellectually, I know Gracie’s mom loves her and needs help. In practice, I just want my daughter safe.
To Look for America: A Road Trip, a Soundtrack
One thing I was taught about travel—because my father is a black man born in Alabama in 1950—was that there are safe places for black people to go and places that aren't as safe.
Wanted/Needed/Loved: Grey Gersten’s Musical Keepsake
A friend of my parents, who was the girlfriend of a roadie for the Grateful Dead, gave me this hologram skull and roses bolo tie when I was around five years old.
The Sunday Rumpus Essay: Victim Story, a Mix CD
All the cruelty of the past seasons washed away with the new layer of snow. I thought your streak was over. I thought we could be friends.
The Rumpus Interview With Jeremy Earl
Jeremy Earl discusses his latest album, City Sun Eater in the River of Light, the fruitful tension of city vs. country, finding beauty in the darkness of today’s world, and the enduring good vibes of the Grateful Dead.
The Girl Who Wanted to Fly
We handled almost everything differently, her way of seeing the world so different from mine. She wanted to fly; I wanted to stay on the ground.
How Gone Is My Valley?
It does us all a disservice to separate the Valley’s current industrial action from that of its natural environment, human history and broader political context.
Swinging Modern Sounds #54: Jam Band Apotheosis
Back in the seventies, in circles I travelled in, you could not escape the Grateful Dead, even if you wanted to—and I was someone who wanted to.
