The Critical Mass
Eat Rust, Medieval Alien Jazz. Songs such as “Gather The Inner Organs Into A Neat Pile – It’s A Sign That You’re Still Alive,” sound like you’re eavesdropping on a steampunk-worshiping cult in your neighbor’s basement.
Bob Dylan, “Murder Most Foul.” Just released. An elegant, melancholy, 17-minute piano ballad that opens with the assassination of JFK and evolves into disconnected fragments of pop culture and winsome conversation. “Don’t say Dallas don’t love you, Mr. President.”
Sign of the Times. I looked out the front window and saw one of my neighbors wearing a gas mask.