It’s just endlessly interesting to me that some weird music happens at the university, some happens at art galleries, some happens in bars, and some happens in High Life-scented basements with stairways about to collapse, and all of the music, divorced of social context and presentational rituals, all of it in a blind taste test would be equally alienating to most of the people I grew up with, but there is almost no social overlap between these spaces or the people who make and listen to music there.
10 Best of 2014
January: Wyoming and the Open
February: New Mexico and the Holes
Notes on The Accounts