The Strokes: The New Abnormal

The Strokes aren’t supposed to be here in this age of isolation. We’ve got five records of triumphs and dumpster fires to revisit when we need a fix of their snotty, Manhattan manufacturing. They’ve given us plenty of punkish, standardized noise for afternoons of restlessly scrubbing the floors or kitchen counters- because that’s what the…

What a Quarantime To Be Alive

We find ourselves in a strange place in April of 2020, don’t we? I was going to write about my own feelings of isolation and claustrophobia during quarantine, but why bother? We’re all out of work (whether you’re logging on from home or not), we’re all alone, together (the tattoo I got 15 years ago…