Lit City Blues

This was going to be a completely different post, but as usual, the never-ending slurry of chum that is the political feeding frenzy in this country changed all that. Originally, I was thinking I would chip away at this notion that the internet seems to be convincing itself that the Democratic Party's approval rating is somehow indicative of their impending doom. Arguably, the generic ballot at this point in the cycle paints a different picture, and a lot of the disapproval of the Democratic Party is coming from their own voters, angry at the party's general impotence and the fecklessness of the DNC in general. So, it's a talking point I don't particularly rate all that much. At this point on Twitter, it's essentially clickbait/ragebait more than anything else. (Ditto with any tweet that ends with THIS IS HUGE-- I assure you, it's not particularly HUGE. So, calm down... and stop inventing Tweet genres. It's annoying.) That got me thinking, though: are we in ...

I think the first time I ever listened to Talking Heads was on CD in my parents' old stereo system. I know technology is a wonderful thing and blah blah blah, but I was thinking about that stereo system the other day. The speakers were strategically placed around the room. The record player, the CD player, the cassette player, all in one cabinet with storage below for vinyl records. The way the sound bars jumped and shifted with the music in that late 80s-'90s kind of way. (Side note: am I the only one old enough to remember seeing neon markers for the first time? That was like an event when someone had magenta, electric blue, hot pink, and neon yellow markers in elementary school.) But the album that introduced me to Talking Heads was Stop Making Sense . It took me years before I actually got around to watching the movie (often cited as one of the best concert movies ever made, something I would co-sign.) I had a greatest hits compilation on CD ( Sand In The Vaseline: Popular ...