Gone Fishin'

Valle Crucis, the latest Golconda, comes out Friday. Want to be notified the second it’s available? Why not subscribe to my newsletter? It only hits every couple months. Reviews have been positive. Vol. 17 to come on Friday.
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Voila, the Valle Crucis cover art, by mysterious Réunion Island artist Po Nwar:

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I used to think the key to songwriting was understanding the IV chord.

Then I realized that the key to songwriting was understanding the V chord.

Only now am I coming to grips with the truth, that the key to songwriting is understanding the I chord.

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Playing through the early Beethoven piano sonatas this summer--opus 7, opus 10 no. 3—is a little like spending high school obsessing over the later Beatles records, then hearing “Please Please Me” again and realizing that before they were ever conceptualists, first they were a great rock and roll band.

New Mexico is on fire again. A year ago I hiked into the Pecos Wilderness and camped by Jacks Creek. We were pleasantly surprised to find some snow still piled on the shady slopes of East Pecos Baldy. Right now that wilderness, and the whole Santa Fe National Forest that sits around it, is closed to public access due to extreme fire danger.

I have a friend who coordinates conservation crews around the region. One crew was planning to work near Taos, close to the 36,000-acre Ute Park Fire. Actually they were set to be working on private land, and it looked like the project would proceed; but the landowner decided, given present conditions, that running chainsaws on the property might not be the best idea.

When I worked at Cottonwood Gulch, our policy was to voluntarily abide by the fire restrictions of surrounding Cibola National Forest. When they banned campfires, we’d put a pause to them too. Fire knows no distinctions of property ownership or land use. Fire does not notice barbed wire fencing.

The problem with wilderness is that it rests on a binarism. If certain land is set aside for complete preservation, the implication is that everything else sits for the plundering. Sacrifice zones are the opposite side of the same coin: you can’t invent one concept without immediately conjuring the other. Jedediah Purdy: “There is no equality among American landscapes.”