December 2010
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I want a dog. Correction: I want many dogs. I want my own pack, a whole barn full. I want a grinning, glossy-coated Golden Retriever; I want a bluetick coonhound that bays like a Delta moaner; I want a surly beagle you can’t help but love, with those forgive-me coffee eyes; I want a husky to walk with me in the brisk dawn, huffing and puffing like a steam engine in the cold. I want them all, and I...
Ryan Adams Is a God.
I’m listening to Ryan Adams & The Cardinals’ III/IV on vinyl right now on my new turntable. (Jerkwad ex-Brushfires-drummer and next-door neighbor Jack trendily calls record players “turns.” Is this a thing? Is this the slang with the youngs now? Vomit.) I don’t know if I’m just starved for Ryan—reviews for the record have been middling—but I...
