Billboards across the panhandle told me to find nirvana, win a free furnace, and invest in crypto.
Warm Leatherette on repeat as we drive into Vegas.
A lone tree becomes exciting. A sign for the National Agro-Defense Facility fires the imagination.
How do you prepare to live in science fictional times?
The landscape of mattresses, exploded tires, and orphaned vehicles along the shoulder. The overwhelm of America all at once.
For a glimpse into the brainpan of America, you can’t beat late-night AM radio.
I still remember the frantic voice of a late-night caller who said, “We can’t get the blood out of our eyes fast enough to see what’s coming next.”
Aliens could land in America and we would politicize them until they became just another round of ammo in our endless red versus blue battle.
Grief can arrive on a gust of wind, a glimpse at a calendar, or a half-heard snippet of conversation on the street.
A collection of five reverberated songs built from AM radio chatter and looping bits of tape.
Two pitched-down dub records meander through a field of mid-century blues and ballads. Featuring Françoise Hardy, Pole, Dean Martin, and A Rocket in Dub.
