So Long, Freddie

In which I prolong the goodbye Today marks thirty years since Freddie Mercury, or the former Farrokh Bulsara, left us for a world where everyone’s inner ear finally matches his. He had something like a four-octave range, he could play the piano upside down, and he rocked a fur coat better than he had anyContinue reading “So Long, Freddie”

9/11 at 20: A Non-Remembrance

I have no memories of 11 September 2001. I have memories from earlier in childhood, including plenty of memories of New York, so whether this was perhaps a willful block I know not. That city has always symbolized resilience—and, ironically, safety—to me personally. Because of events in my early life and my family that necessitatedContinue reading “9/11 at 20: A Non-Remembrance”

Brunette on Blonde on Blonde

In which I record the stats So amidst all the Pet Sounds ballyhoo I forgot that I should also commemorate the 55th anniversary of the release of the album I literally just called my favorite of Dylan’s. Which happens to be today. Among other reasons (its sense of humor, its drum parts), it’s my favoriteContinue reading “Brunette on Blonde on Blonde”

An Ode to Shostakovich

In which I ignore the current political climate and argue how great Russians are Today marks the 92nd anniversary of Symphony No. 2, a.k.a. “To October,” by Dmitri Dmitrievich Shostakovich. If that name alone isn’t sufficient to convince you of the inherent nobility of the Russian people, I don’t know what I can do forContinue reading “An Ode to Shostakovich”