Gosh (mail-merge your name here), I sure hope you listen to this briefing before you plow ahead with the mission, because I can’t guarantee victory otherwise.
This is not some sensationalist, pseudo-journalistic affair like the kind you’d see from certain major publishers—publishers we could name, if we wanted our legs broken. What’s really going on here is something else entirely. Continue reading
You can order this print in any size. Prices are set to wholesale, so you can resell these, but you can also just take orders and then order the print for fulfillment.
The idea of a digital superstar doesn’t begin with technology. It begins with honesty. The honest observation is this: every superstar who has ever existed was an invention of the publicity department. Not a corruption of something pure, not an unfortunate aftereffect of success, but the actual mechanism by which superstardom comes into being. Continue reading
There are days when the news feels like it’s vibrating your bones. Voices get sharp. People talk past each other. Everything speeds up and somehow goes nowhere at the same time. Today is one of those days.
So naturally, Polly Barton decided this was the day to release new music. Continue reading
Tonight you can see the wildly successful “Cedar Bar Show”. Continue reading
As the reliability of the U.S. dollar as a store of value continues to erode, it becomes increasingly important to understand where value actually holds. Currency now functions more as a temporary measuring device than as something stable enough to carry meaning across time. In contrast, certain forms of fine art have demonstrated, again and again, that they not only retain value but often improve it—especially during periods of monetary uncertainty. Continue reading
Verse 1
Minneapolis is under siege
No tanks yet, but the day is still young
All is calm, the streets look calm
Everybody’s trying to get along Continue reading
I have a lot of photos that have never seen the light of day, and I’m processing them now. Some are going to need slight restoration, most won’t, but could stand colorization to make them easier to see (read). Continue reading
Electric Ghost did not “form” in the usual sense. There were no flyers, no ads for a drummer, no accidental garage rehearsals that turned into destiny. Instead, the band was assembled deliberately, with intent, inside a space that most artists still pretend doesn’t exist.
Electric Ghost was designed. Not fabricated — designed. Continue reading
A Conversation with Rob Zillon, E.J. Gold, & Rolling Stone
The kitchen is quiet except for the rustle of a newspaper and the soft click of a coffee cup being set down. Rob Zillon sits at the table, his guitar leaning against the wall within easy reach. E.J. Gold is sitting nearby, not so much participating as occupying the room the way a tuning fork occupies air. Nothing feels staged.
Rolling Stone: You’ve been described as a protest singer, a folk revivalist, and lately as “troubling.” Which one bothers you the least?
Rob Zillon: Troubling is fine. It means something’s working. Continue reading