OH, YOUNG LIONS

notes from Corey Beasley. find more of my writing at PopMatters and Cokemachineglow.
OYL

Partial List of Geographical Locations Over Which I’ve Flown in the Past Six Months, None of Which Know the Emotional Context Involved

Appalachian Mountains

Willis (Formerly Sears) Tower

Rapid City

Yellowstone National Park

Mt Olympus, West Peak

Lake Kitaura

Mariana Trench

Laoag City

Paracel Islands

Kulen Prum Tep Wildlife Sanctuary

Dusit

Loha Prasat

Khao San Road

Sukhumvit

South China Sea

Cheyenne

Columbus

Capital Beltway

Newfoundland

Labrador Sea

Reykjavik

Falköping

Minsk

Kiev

Black Sea

Qom

Zagros Mountains

Persian Gulf

Burj Khalifa Tower

Gulf of Oman

Maharashtra

Pavurallakonda

Bago River

Mawlamyine

Sing Buri

Ubon Ratchathani

Da Nang

City of Balanga

Makati City

Don Chino Roces Avenue

Bay of Bengal

Arabian Sea

Arabian Desert

Suez

Cyprus

Marrakesh

North Atlantic Ocean

Virginia

PHILOSOPHY THOUGHTS

PHILOSOPHY THOUGHTS

I just moved from the Washington, DC, area, where I’ve lived for the better part of a decade. I’ll be heading to Brooklyn in August, but first I’m spending a month in my small Southern hometown. I can’t think about Washington without thinking about the small city’s outsized contribution to independent music, and since Brooklyn’s Bands are Everyone’s Bands in a way that seems very removed from DC’s serious hometown pride, I made myself a li’l YouTube playlist here of just a few of my favs from DC and the ‘burbs.

i AM a prawn.

(i’m supposed to be packing.)

i AM a prawn.

(i’m supposed to be packing.)

Deafheaven: Dream House | Tracks | Cokemachineglow

HELLO, I am feeling maximum levels of human excitement to announce I’ve joined the staff of my favorite ever Music Writing Place, Cokemachineglow. I wrote about Deafheaven for my first piece to fulfill my contractual obligation to use the phrase “Norwegian hellscape” in every review.

I could write a good deal about the space Ellie Goulding has occupied in my 2013. Maybe soon.

HEY I’M IN NEW JERSEY

HEY I’M IN NEW JERSEY

Marone, I’m sad about James Gandolfini’s death. I know Gandolfini did some of the most judicious and layered performances in most any project he participated in, whether you’re talking True Romance or In the Loop. He brought such palpable depth to roles in otherwise lesser films, too, like Killing Them Softly and Where the Wild Things Are. But yeah, he was Tony Soprano, and Tony Soprano is the best character in the best narrative of contemporary American fiction. (And while we’re on it, for the evening, fuck The Wire. Relatedly: fuck art that tells you exactly what to think and suffuses itself with a false sense of moral superiority. It’s not in the same room as The Sopranos, though it makes its audience feel smarter than The Sopranos does.)

I could go on about the show, and about Gandolfini’s performance in it. But I’ll say this for now: it’s the most realistic portrait of depression I’ve ever found in any art form, period. Apologies to Hemingway and DFW (and Goethe, and Camus, and Woolf, and — ). BIG apologies to Zach Braff, of course. David Chase and his writers put it in front of Gandolfini, sure, but he brought an understanding and an almost impossible intuition of the disease’s rhythms to 86 hours of performance. It’s a comfort, really, and it’ll be here forever. Salud.

BEEZUS DOES YEEZUS 2

BEEZUS DOES YEEZUS 2