WHAT I’M LISTENING TO TONIGHT

I went to see two doc­tor’s today about my nag­ging right ankle injury today. The ver­dict isn’t bad: I need to rest and take stronger anti-inflam­ma­to­ries. Just a lit­tle ten­donitis, which for me is famil­iar ter­ri­to­ry. Tonight I’ve been icing and doing some house­clean­ing. Literally.

I’ve been lis­ten­ing to the lat­est Black Moth Super Rain­bow EP, Drip­pers, and the new Grouper album, Drag­ging a Dead Deer Up a Hill. Both seem to real­ly fit a drea­ry evening here in Philadel­phia. I’ll prob­a­bly lis­ten to weird Poc­a­haunt­ed cas­settes to nail the tri­fec­ta in a bit, or maybe the new Grails record instead. I guess I’ve reached the time of year when I set aside the R&B and pop and start lis­ten­ing to more noise and folk.

MARATHON TRAINING UPDATE: INJURY EDITION

I have two doc­tors appoint­ments tomor­row. I’m not hap­py about the two days of train­ing I’ve missed, but I’m hope­ful that the doc­tors will tell me how I can work around what­ev­er’s going on with my right ankle. The best case sce­nario is shin splints; worst case is a stress frac­ture like­ly aid­ed by a kick to the shin dur­ing a soc­cer game on the beach at Helen’s birth­day par­ty. Ouch. Developing…

I rode my bike to work yes­ter­day so I could leave it with the good peo­ple at Bicy­cle Ther­a­py. I don’t have a bike pump that works with my tires and they were get­ting dan­ger­ous­ly low. That’s not every­thing that needs work though. I’ve had it since April 28th and have rid­den who knows how many miles. I can’t wait to have it back now that the weath­er’s a bit cooler.

All in all, I’m pleased with the progress I’ve made since April. If I’m hob­bled by a stress frac­ture, all I can do is con­cen­trate on heal­ing and think about run­ning next year’s marathon instead.

A QUICK WORD ABOUT PAPERTHINWALLS.COM

Did you think Paper Thin Walls was a piece of instal­la­tion art too? What else could a new music start-up with no rev­enue stream be? Appar­ent­ly it was­n’t. I knew it was too good to be true. It paid! Now it’s gone.

I was there in the begin­ning. I don’t remem­ber exact­ly how I got involved. I may have worn edi­tor Christo­pher Wein­garten down or he may have asked me to help him out of a hole while edit­ing the first Hol­i­day Mix­tape. It was a bap­tism by fire, all done for free, or out of some vague belief that I might actu­al­ly get paid for all the non­sense I was doing back then. It did­n’t, but I vol­un­teered for more as my unem­ploy­ment wound down.

In the end, it was all worth it. Work­ing with Chris Wein­garten (and Bran­don and Tom) was an oppor­tu­ni­ty not to be missed for a cou­ple of rea­sons. First, it was refresh­ing to find some­one so ded­i­cat­ed to music writ­ing, in and of itself. I felt that he was real­ly try­ing to recre­ate Chuck Eddy’s ver­sion of the Voice’s music sec­tion. It remind­ed me why I liked music writ­ing in the first place. He was curat­ing the sort of site I want­ed to read all the time.

Sec­ond­ly, and this is real­ly a corol­lary of the first point, Whiney’s just a great edi­tor. When I’d sign on in the morn­ing, I’d check Pitch­fork and find umpteen typo­graph­i­cal errors in the lead review or fea­ture, things that could’ve been fixed with just a lit­tle proof­read­ing. I’d joke with Chris about them, say­ing, “So many edi­tors, so lit­tle edit­ing.” Per­haps it was because of this that Chris held him­self to a high­er standard.

It’s more than a lit­tle sad to see a site like Paper Thin Walls go. It was one of the last bas­tions of music crit­i­cism that did­n’t frus­trate me. The reviews were short and to the point, which helped keep the writ­ing live­ly. When I worked on Bull­horn updates for the news feed, I felt like I had an oppor­tu­ni­ty to lay waste to the pub­lic­i­ty cycle in 10 words or less. It was the sort of out­let that struck a crit­i­cal bal­ance between gonzo antics and for­mal­ism and kept music crit as it should be first and fore­most: fun!

Last, but cer­tain­ly not least, Paper Thin Walls helped me get my cur­rent job! I cel­e­brate that fact every oth­er Fri­day morn­ing at mid­night. Thanks for every­thing, Whiney. Your hard work and patience will not soon be forgotten.