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Epistles from the Road: Radio Silence in San Francisco
Lit out from easily my grimiest hotel of the summer--Berkeley, it's sort of good to see you're still you--to make my usual Moe's Books/Amoeba round late last night. But the Berkeley Amoeba is a shadow, and Telegraph Avenue remains full of people, still awash in college kids and nattily dressed potential-student families and the homeless and clove smoke, and it hasn't exactly gentrified, the energy's still there, it's just missing...I don't know. A sense of collective political unrest or opposition? Art and artists? It's got everything but a reason for being the way it is, now. Or maybe it's just summer.
But right as I was leaving, I found...this.
This exists? This is a thing? I didn't dream this? And...I didn't MAKE this?
Borderlands this afternoon. Then a valedictory Zachary's spinach-and-mushroom stuffed pizza, on my own. Then the last, long drive home. To sit on my patio and read this.
Subscribe to this journal, please. Let's make this one go.
But right as I was leaving, I found...this.
This exists? This is a thing? I didn't dream this? And...I didn't MAKE this?
Borderlands this afternoon. Then a valedictory Zachary's spinach-and-mushroom stuffed pizza, on my own. Then the last, long drive home. To sit on my patio and read this.
Subscribe to this journal, please. Let's make this one go.
Sam Lipsyte "The Rock" (in the journal Radio Silence, Issue #1)
Tuesday Round-up of Everything, Week of 8/5, Post #1:
Sam Lipsyte "The Rock" (in the journal Radio Silence, Issue #1)
Without doubt, the find of the week--month? year?--for me is the journal RADIO SILENCE, which celebrates and juxtaposes and recontextualizes literature and rock and roll in light of each other. And then lights both on fire. The only problem I see for this whole endeavor is that the first piece in the first issue may be the last word on this subject. The apotheosis.
Think I'm hyperbolizing? Smashing my keyboard-guitar before the song even starts? Suck on this:
"Rock. It's a dumb word...You could always ascertain what rocked and what didn't. Things rock in the context of what they promise to do and how they betray that. A band cannot hold anything back. It must give everything, and fall short. It's really only one moment, maybe two moments in a show, or a record, that seize you. The rest if procedure. 'That rocked,' you say, and people think you're half-kidding, grasping onto an adolescent, meaning-blasted phrase to express your admiration for a few seconds of electrical noise that vouched for your arrested adolescence. Bullshit. 'To rock,' as opposed to something as infantile as 'rocking out,' is the most severe and adult of enterprises. Most people are too childish to rock."
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Sam Lipsyte "The Rock" (in the journal Radio Silence, Issue #1)
Without doubt, the find of the week--month? year?--for me is the journal RADIO SILENCE, which celebrates and juxtaposes and recontextualizes literature and rock and roll in light of each other. And then lights both on fire. The only problem I see for this whole endeavor is that the first piece in the first issue may be the last word on this subject. The apotheosis.
Think I'm hyperbolizing? Smashing my keyboard-guitar before the song even starts? Suck on this:
"Rock. It's a dumb word...You could always ascertain what rocked and what didn't. Things rock in the context of what they promise to do and how they betray that. A band cannot hold anything back. It must give everything, and fall short. It's really only one moment, maybe two moments in a show, or a record, that seize you. The rest if procedure. 'That rocked,' you say, and people think you're half-kidding, grasping onto an adolescent, meaning-blasted phrase to express your admiration for a few seconds of electrical noise that vouched for your arrested adolescence. Bullshit. 'To rock,' as opposed to something as infantile as 'rocking out,' is the most severe and adult of enterprises. Most people are too childish to rock."
Whole piece here, for free, if you sign in.
Sign in. This rocks.
