One of the main coping mechanisms I’ve had for this year of rage and despair is listening to this music in my studio. I hope you can find some time to give these a spin in your studios wherever and whatever they may be.
We headed out via I-10 for a weekend of transcendent music, provocative art, and the recurring experience of wondering whether you are actually seeing Father John Misty everywhere or whether there are just 35 dudes around you who all look exactly like Father John Misty.
My feeling of dread has been validated in a series of grotesque tableaus that have been almost elegant in their cruelty and stupidity. I believe we are living in the universe of Greenaway’s masterpiece 'The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover.'