DANCING ABOUT ARCHITECTURE
“Writing about music is like dancing about architecture”: Google this quotation and you’ll find it attributed to any of a dozen people ranging from Thelonious Monk to Lou Reed, from Martin Mull to Elvis Costello to Frank Zappa. Doubtless there’s a story to be told about how this quip turned into the stuff of urban legend. But most everyone who has ever thrilled to a favorite song knows the force of it. I sure do. I’ve been writing about—or trying to write about—music since I was in college, driven by the sheer futility of it, but also by that deeply human need to communicate what is beyond words.
KILL FOR THRILL—KILL FOR THRILL: LISTEN TO THE GOODBYE WAVES (DIRECTLY INSPIRED BY BOB DYLAN’S “CHUG A LUG—CHUG A LUG HEAR ME HOLLAR HI DEE HO”)
she was burying her feet in the sand—looking toward the seagulls’ wings—whispering “they broke a hermit crab’s back” please—i ignore her—she ignores me too “they broke its shell and it’s paralyzed forever-don’t understand how the sea stays level”