The twofold nostalgia of hearing Tom Petty’s music now: the sadness for him and the sadness for the sound of arenas (which isn’t my venue size of choice, but which nonetheless sounds triumphant and fun now).
Driving past downtown Chicago at night and thinking about how hard it must be to see even a single skyscraper project through from plans to the end, and how it’s been done over a hundred times in Chicago alone. It makes our record and book projects seem comically easy (but they’re hard in their own ways). People are nuts.
Watching Aretha sing “Natural Woman” at Carole King’s Kennedy Center Honors ceremony, and Carole’s reaction, and crying (as a fam). It’s moving to watch someone own so wholly. You already know that, but you feel it when you see it.
Paul Ford does it again: “I had a very normal childhood, in that I took private trombone lessons in the local offices of the Theosophical Society.” (His new newsletter, i absolutely am going to bail on this in a month, is so good.)
Gerry Conway’s and Dave Mattacks’s drumming on Steeleye Span’s Hark! The Village Wait.
Sam Andersons’s great New York Times Magazine profile of Weird Al Yankovic, in which Weird Al describes his meticulous songwriting process: multiple documents, all versioned and organized, every word carefully considered.
Hoping that the protests don’t die down, that they only grow larger as the weekend ends and the new week starts. While hoping even harder that no more are hurt, that no more are killed, that police somehow shift their response from aggression to contrition.
Deerhoof’s great new album, Future Teenage Cave Artists (and their righteous tweets).
Roxane Gay in the NYTimes, pointing our attention back to care ethics: “I write similar things about different black lives lost over and over and over. I tell myself I am done with this subject. Then something so horrific happens that I know I must say something, even though I know that the people who truly need to be moved are immovable. They don’t care about black lives. They don’t care about anyone’s lives. They won’t even wear masks to mitigate a virus for which there is no cure.”