I had the idea of making solo music that would incorporate all my weird stuff—all my various oddball rhythms, tics, repetitions, stims, and stutters—and use them as the basis of a new idiom for the guitar.
Satirizing the "late-capitalist late-patriarchy" in Catherine Lacey's The Answers
Well, nothing at first, not right after. In those initial moments panic is still optional.
A restored masterpiece unmasks Tokyo's underground gay subculture of the 1960s