To have some corporate schmuck with a regular commute, a 401k, and a 2-beer lunch break treat you like some lazy hippie gets discouraging. Sometimes I think it’s sour grapes- that their hunger for something artistic or expressive has simply made them bitter.
Every time I take my camera out of the bag and get just one shot like this…
I get to let go of my sour grapes and be that artist, even if only for 0.004 seconds in that one day…
read moreI spent some time this week aggressively listening to and writing a review for Matthew Ebel’s latest album, Goodbye Planet Earth.
WARNING (Spoiler Alert!): I was going to post the album review here on the front page (I normally despise being forced to click-through anything), but the review could be construed as containing spoilers about the album. Therefore, I am offering my readers the opportunity to avoid the retina-scarring sight of the review and said spoilers if they so chose. You may consider yourself warned, and any complaints about spoilers after reading the review will be met with a public flogging using the closest suitable means, which around here generally consists of overcooked pasta noodles covered in jam.
Click here for the album review.
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