So, I’m not sure how this band will be heard by people under 25 or thereabouts. So much of what they’re doing is evocative of an alternate present; one where Smashing Pumpkins went deeper afield with their heavy psych inclinations that they briefly touched on between Gish and Siamese Dream (see: the song “Drown”). One where “Black Hole Sun” influenced a generation of introverted weirdos to write pop songs at full volume and drenched in feedback. Without a base of experience with early/mid-’90s radio rock, and particularly without the firsthand experience of witnessing the genuinely challenging bands and songs being replaced by cut-rate replicas and industry scarecrows, it’s hard for me to even fathom what someone ten years younger than I will hear when they hit play on Pink Frost’s “Gargoyle Days”
This is from 2011, but I’d have believed it had I been told it were from twenty years ago. I’d have wondered how the fuck I missed it, probably chalked it up to being blindly and dogmatically into spikey haired nihilists & anarchists around that time. Weird youth. Thankfully, though, this can be experienced as it’s happening - Pink Frost just put out a new record, called Sundowning, recently. I’m still trying to wrap my head around it, but I think my fall/winter this year might be heavily soundtracked by these Chicagoans who are probably younger than me.
CYCLING IS LIKE BOXING: IT’S NOT A GAME. IT’S A HARD, TERRIBLE, PITILESS SPORT THAT DEMANDS VERY GREAT SACRIFICES. ONE PLAYS FOOTBALL, TENNIS, HOCKEY, BUT ONE DOESN’T PLAY AT CYCLING.
I joined a new team: JAM Fund/NCC
Very excited about the remainder of the season & next year. Forward, onward!
For a few years, I spent hours a day in my bike shop, afternoon on weekends, mornings or nights during the week, all of the time, no matter what, layered over by one album I would play again and again and again, looping it for weeks on weeks until I knew not only the words but the pauses, not only the beats but the little moments between them, and I could sometimes get beyond what the song was saying to understand what I was saying back to it. This was when albums were still made as such, were more than a collection of singles, when shuffle was a crazy novelty and some people still even had mix tapes racked in plastic or wood slotted stands or stuffed into the sides of their car doors. And all of this was as true for the bicycles: I was with them so much, and wrenched over them so often and freely and naturally that I could sometimes get beyond what they were supposed to be about and understand what they really were, and I said things to them with my wrenches and snips and oils and how my hands knew them, things I never had words for. And it seems to me that bikes, the bikes I knew then, mine and some of those of my friends, were more like mix tapes, or were albums, were not just a collection made of unrelated singles we happened to find catchy, and were not the result of random shuffling, but were ours to play over and over and over and over until we knew them beyond accounting and beyond love even. This mallet struck true for me a lot of times back then.
Well ain’t that well put.
cl9k24la asked: What size is your Gaulzetti Corsa and how tall are you?
I’m 5’11” and some fraction that rounds up to 6’, and it’s a 53. The top tube is 56cm, which allows me to get as much reach as I’d need on a squarebuilt bike, while also lowering me down a few centimeters. Really vicious position that I’ve been unable to achieve with anything else.
JPows took us on this “road” and in retrospect it was a lot of fun.
Kurt Vonnegut is kind of the literary equivalent to the Ramones or The Clash for me. Slaughterhouse Five was the first fiction to really move me, and all these years later I still find myself coming back to his work.
The internet reminds me that yesterday was the anniversary of his death. Never met him. So it goes.