Growing up, I longed for summer. For the ways summer transformed and freed me to do whatever, wherever. This summer I took that license as far as I ever have.
The Corner Thieves play what they call “trashgrass,” a saltier, dirtier, bluer-than-bluegrass mountain music. But when you see them, that’s obvious.
In my second day in Denver, before I got to see Autechre, I caught up with the time-traveling Zombie Crawl. But first, I got to see a genuine Invader piece. 303, you may wear me down. You may never let me sleep. But you come through in the most lovely, lovely ways.