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And when you’re in a constant state of near-panic, a never-ending ferment of knotty anxiety, the last thing you want to hear is that this is your last chance! YOUR LAST CHANCE for an exclusive special offer!
The Monkees couldn’t put a foot wrong for this ten-year old boy, yet to worry about small parts and auditions … yet to discover that they weren’t in fact cool, because they were manufactured and didn’t write their own songs, yet to discover that despite all that they were still brilliant.
A collection of all the articles we’ve published over the past month, for those who like to savor their Magpies’ tidings as an issue.
Ideas are born in the hollow of unknowing.
Wanna hear a joke?
On one level, Bottle Village was, literally, a constructive approach to transforming discard and sorrow into something more.
A recipe for simple bread for the best toast, and thoughts on toasting over the years.
“I find myself working from a combination of observation, memory, and intuition.”
With its mix of musical styles, languages, accents, and voices, the album is a perfect tribute to the witty and self-deprecating, pretty and noisy, relatable and strange, hopefully despondent music of Jeffrey Lewis.
Some things, when you didn’t understand them, you didn’t try to figure them out. Sometimes you just didn’t want to know.