That last post was no cause for concern--I appreciated the emails--thanks for checking. For nigh 15 years I have luvved Chicago in all it's rotted-up glory, and suddenly to be so down on the city was a bit of a shock. Don't worry. I am fine. It was just the psychic cocktail of watching teenagers OD at the dubstep show and the unebbing badnews of gang war and death outta Englewood--well, it was a bit much. Riding my bike home after covering Lollapalooza, I had a similar feelings as after I finished reading The Road and was left thinking that humans are bad and that I really need to stock up on supplies, get a bunker going.
Here, some updates:
My advice columns for the Village Voice are archived here, in the Fan Landers hub.
The September GQ has my interview with Cat Power in it. No internet link. Look for the Tebow cover. Currently going HAM on my review of her new album for SPIN, which I will have an internet link for in the near future.
Here is Maria Bustillos essay about Lester Bangs, the moralist. JR wrote an essay about Lester in the second to last Hit it or Quit it which I still think is the best-ever writing about him, but he riffed about a similar thing, about how Lester was tangled up in trying to get at the truth, which is a dicey pursuit at best. Reading Lester is where I think I picked up that misguided notion, most certainly. And, well, now look at me. #itsaliving
Also, I don't wanna even get into this new Grimes video. I wanna luxuriate in it for a while before we unpack frame by frame--all the iconic superheroines, Manga girls, Sailor Moon, vogue balls, phallic imagery, drag kings, Claire Boucher as the piper, her subversive feminism. I am wholly okay with her owning 2012.Posted by jessica hopper at August 23, 2012 12:46 PM | TrackBack