//Written By Conn Reilly

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“Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.”

- The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
Samuel Taylor Coleridge

An extended version of Bon Iver’s La Blogotheque Take Away Show of “For Emma, Forever Ago” with three versions of the song and some very startled tourists.  I think this is one of my favorite things in the whole world. Not just that the song is so beautiful, and is so beautifully sung, but that [...]

A man once said, “Childrens do learn.” and I believe childrens should learn to dream big dreams. Even better is to dream arty dreams like a hipster might draw. This hipster author’s name is Dallas Clayton. Although I do not know for sure that Dallas Clayton is a hipster, he looks like this: And, I [...]

It isn’t simply that you are loved gloriously, or loved beautifully. But rather that a pitch perfect expression of love for you sounds and sounds, Rises into the very air. Though the love itself may fade, I do not know, The poetry you inspire ascends, ascending Becomes stars and you, who are so loved, Look [...]

“However, this was one of those shows that blows you quite away and I felt privileged to have gotten to witness it.”

//FROM THE ARCHIVES

When Edith sings my mind conjures up grainy, sepia-toned black and white photographs of Paris in the forties. Her voice embodies that tinkling piano that everyone hears in a neighbouring apartment, but never our own. When Edith sings I hear her say (in French), “At first there was no applause, and then the house came [...]

I had a primo opportunity to chat with a guy and instead I just kept walking. And yesterday, I could have shown interest on an escalator and blew it. Honestly, I panic. A little, mini, teeny tiny, makes dust particles look huge, quark-sized panic attack. I’m walking around fine and confident and happy and then [...]

Republican campaign tactics have seemed to lack a certain gravitas of late, but it wasn’t until they began to resort to outright mockery that said tactics began to look particularly desperate. It honestly seems as if McCain’s camp has been able to find so little with which to hang Obama, that they’ve opted, instead, simply [...]

“Is it possible to discover my purpose in life? See page 49!”

“‘Crusty Punk’ sounds fittingly like a euphemism for syphilis.”