Once, after having an eye examined by an APRN, I was told that I had bad tears. She then confided that she had bad tears too.

I don’t often guitar solos however Concrete Blonde: Caroline.

You know, what we should do is this thing that I am free to wildly speculate about but do not have the power, influence, or resources to follow through on.

Introduce yourself with 5 concerts you’ve been to: ADULT. ADULT. ADULT. ADULT. Kronos Quartet

The angels kiss our souls in bliss Measure the extent of a dizzying descent Down the anal staircase Down the anal staircase

1996 reissue of utterly bonkers 1969 album An Electric Storm by White Noise. Led by future library music master David Vorhaus, the project at this point included the legendary Delia Derbyshire and Brian Hodgson from the BBC Radiophonic Workshop. A tape manipulation masterpiece. #CDFriday

yellowstone processed. #videoart #videosynthesis #foundfootage #iwishgifswouldautoplayonblueskyinthebrowser

Any slaw in a storm; that’s the sentiment of a true slaw slut.

Endless gratitude to whoever left Amy Hempel’s Collected Stories in my building’s laundry room.

Pearl’s Girl from Underworld for #CDFriday. 1997 TVT/Wax Trax! US version. Five excellent Second Toughest era b-sides, largely in a lush and moodier mode. Secret weapon banger Cherry Pie is a special treat.

Listening to Swastika Eyes, trying to keep it under 90.

It would be so resplendent with caricature as to be amusing if I had food in my refrigerator.

Insecurity guard.

Roughly a third of registered voters in the United States have nonpartisan or “third party” affiliation. We are actively ignored and/or marginalized as “swing voters” in the media, as if we’re given any meaningful choice. Two party dominance is systemic oppression perpetuated by the ruling classes.

Sending my regards to the mental health awareness concrete mixing transport truck.

People make claims and statements about “ambient” music and I can’t help but question whether they’ve actually listened to Roach and Stearns and Rich and Demby or if they’ve just been watching reels on Instagram.

Today marks seven years since I moved back to Omaha, which is actually pretty fucked up.

Secular eschatology as quintessential dopamine hit.

I’d like to think I can respect a user that reposts themselves, but it is an absolute struggle.

Take two gabapentin and call me tomorrow afternoon.

There is no greater technocapitalist dream than dying childless and alone on a yacht surrounded by endless mainframe computers.

New arrivals for #CDFriday: ADULT.: Detroit House Guests. Remarkable collaborative album from the legacy electropunks in a largely more atmospheric style. Forest Swords: Bolted. UK postwhatever. Slow motion beats, huge blown synths, murky moods for ages.

Calling for one year moratorium on the term soundscape.

The illustration for the term Somatotype from The American Medical Association Home Medical Encyclopedia, 1989. #pseudoscience

I’m feeling like Enya season should start early this year.

I'm happy to be getting back to making art and music these past two months. Here we have some proper glitch, with more work to come. #glitch #glitchart #videoart

After a number of months largely in the house, the amount of muttering I do to myself in public is worrisome.

A big part of this current censorship situation is the long shadow of the Telecommunications Act of 1996. This massive industry-led deregulation made Nexstar (197 TV stations) and Sinclair (193 TV stations) possible. People go on about the Fairness Doctrine but don’t discuss this at all.

My selections for this #CDfriday: Brian Eno’s 2020 soundtrack for Rams, Gary Hustwit’s doc on Dieter Rams. One of the final transmissions from beloved Broadcast, 2024’s Spell Blanket. Porter Ricks’ all killer 2017 album Anguilla Electrica.

Ideology reflects the convenience of belief not the challenge of actuality.

I am not going to lead you on an unguided meditation.

I am absolutely not a ripe and juicy peach and anything you’ve heard to the contrary is an egregious misrepresentation.

A singular and magical group, this CD collects the discography of Young Marble Giants. I bought this unheard via mail order in 2002(?) after reading an article in the NYT during the “post punk revival.” It certainly sounded nothing like Delta 5 or Liquid Liquid. Beautiful and unexpected. #CDfriday

Posting this here because excitement, not promo. (I think like one of my 30 followers is in Omaha.) It’s my first solo show since March 2023, and I’m just buzzing. @charmainelee.bsky.social

Their second album after withstanding a major label fiasco, 1992’s Love of Life is a perfect example of focused second era Swans. #CDfriday

And invasive thoughts, I’ve had a few.

It is here at last, the day that I have dreaded, the day that I have been able to avoid for years, the day that I must create a Linked In account.

I am going to participate. It’s been an ECM New Series morning. #CDFriday

Arugula.

Wearing the gas mask.

Friends don’t let friends post AI slop.

My discover feed is wild. Milquetoast liberals. BBW versions of anime characters. Furry beefcake. Lunch.

Hey let’s all get ready to call and write our absolutely embarrassing incompetent useless cowardly representatives.

Discogs is like “148 copies from $201.55.”

Self empty robot.

It has come to my attention that there is a Xtian band who thinks they can call themselves The Sound. The disrespect to Adrian Borland continues long after his death. They must have used Jesus only google when double checking their band name.

Ask me about my viral load.

I was 14. On a family visit to Blockbuster I picked out Eraserhead. I heard older kids talking about it. Maybe I saw a NIN article mentioning David Lynch. I recalled my dad watching Twin Peaks, but I was 9. It was after my bedtime. This movie cracked my head open. Re/formed me. Here I am today.

I went to an audiologist today. They were not a very good listener.

Rat phone. This is Rat speaking.