Author: J T. Ramsay

  • You should be careful out there.

  • He might have considered including barbershop raga.

    Woe­bot’s lat­est install­ment may be a bit ten­den­tious in favor of Amer­i­can folk tra­di­tion over the UK’s, but it’s still very inter­est­ing to see the Cecil Sharp House. [In my unsci­en­tif­ic opin­ion, there’s a cer­tain amount of valence exoti­cism that par­tial­ly explains why Woe­bot might favor Amer­i­can over UK folk. I think the shoe’s on…

  • You’re looking into the dark heart of Cliff’s Notes.

    This is the first Richard Gere movie I’ve ever want­ed to see, and I’m not F for Fak­ing it. [Apolo­gies for the trail­er — it is hope­less­ly lame and direct­ed at an audi­ence who is not you, dear reader.]

  • We frequently recite scenes from Back to the Future.

    Hate to burst the Mir­a­cle Fortress bub­ble, but when all the usu­al sus­pects start shout­ing in the echo cham­ber, mak­ing com­par­isons to oth­er bands float­ing in the same End­less Sum­mer hype cycle [Pan­da Bear (love!) and Besnard Lakes (meh!)], it can all be a bit much. And a bit samey, don’t you think? I don’t…

  • Those three mandatory theologies might just do you some good.

    In Silence, Shusaku Endo’s nov­el about the Jesuit­i­cal inva­sion, you’re sup­posed to feel com­pas­sion for the mis­sion­ar­ies. I did­n’t. But today I have a review of Andrew Bird’s “Heretics” up at Paper Thin Walls where­in I wax pop the­o­log­i­cal, talk tor­ture and quote from The Mer­chant of Venice…with­out a 200 word pre­am­ble com­plete­ly unre­lat­ed to…