Messrs. October

dude. food.

“People ask me what I do in winter when there’s no baseball.  I’ll tell you what I do.  I stare out the window and wait for spring.” – Rogers Hornsby While we like to augment the staring with dark beers, crusty bread and root-based soups, the sentiments of Mr. Hornsby (he of the .424 average…

I Call Middle!

The Hardy Brothers

Dear Hardy Brothers, Sometimes when I’m high, I think about threesomes. The other night I was stoned, listening to the new Britney Spears song “3” and I really got to thinking. Then I got stuck. Maybe because I was too high. Maybe because it’s too complicated an issue. Either way, Hardy Brothers, I’d love to…

A Word or Two on Budweiser

Let me start with the label. There’s something familiar about it—more than familiar, really, Budweiser occupies that same hallowed land as the other “great consumables,” like Marlboro and Coca-Cola. More than products, more than brands, something more like patriotism: irrational devotion, loyalty, love. Budweiser is special; it comes in a can with a label that…

I Can See Every Monster as They Come In

a track-by-track review of the Monsters of Folk debut

Monsters of Folk, the frequently labeled “supergroup” comprised of Yim Yames (the all too subtle pseudonym of Jim James), Conor Oberst, M. Ward, and Mike Mogis, released their self-titled debut last week.  Many have likened the group to Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young and the Travelling Wilburys –  the Highwaymen or the Super Session’s Bloomfield,…

Post Periodical

electric literature creates interspaces for experimentation

The debut issue of the online journal Electric Literature is essentially composed of a series of black web pages filled with bright, neon slogans floating around the margins. One such slogan, “reading that is bad for you,” is pasted to the side of the “About” page like an advertisement. Electric Literature is proudly not high art….