list & listlessness: an american journey

There’s been some­thing wicked and deadly in the New York air that’s making me listen to Amer­i­cana. I’ve near worn out my copy of Emmylou Harris’s Thir­teen on the record player, and I’ve been out­fit­ting myself in gen­uine honest-to-god colors like red and blue and white. I’m not sure what’s going on there, but I think it’s […]