Earlier this year, I wrote to a magazine that I like to pitch an article about Lydia Tomkiw, post-punk absudist poet and singer for the band Algebra Suicide. I had done some writing and research for the piece, but hadn’t got too far.
It’s 2014 and the opportunity for a two person, synth-blurring, low-fi/high-fi act like Silent Lions to succeed is more impressive than ever before.
This Monday marked ten years since Elliott Smith stabbed himself in the chest twice.
It’s common to think of your hometown as common. Maybe even your home state. This is even more common if you come from Ohio.
The risk is sometimes the only way we can really get going.
Every summer when I was a kid, I learned a new way of whispering to the trees.
We are overly critical of our bodies. We need to be proactive in changing this, not only for ourselves but for everyone around us.
Seep into a psychedelic coming-of-age story, familiar by way of solo bike rides, crying next to graffiti and getting laid under portraits of the Virgin Mary.