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It's the End of the Year As We Know it, and I Feel Surprisingly Fine.
As the final days of 2025 begin to wind down, this is the time of year where well adjusted adults often reflect upon the experiences and memories of the last 11 months and twenty-something days. With the relentless pace of the 24 hour news cycle, the seemingly endless parade of
Pallbearer, Orlando 2025
I have a somewhat controversial opinion. Mind Burns Alive was my AOTY when it came out; and it's leaps and bounds my favorite Pallbearer record. It's just a powerhouse of emotion and innovation. I hated it at first. I was like, "What the hell is
Drive Another Nail Into My Coffin Lid.
Rob's been trying to get me on the William Elliott Whitmore train for a while now, so I wasn't entirely surprised that he picked Hymns for the Hopeless from his bag of tricks for me to listen to this week. I have thoughts about it... As
Balance, Bodies, and Baldwin
Art is not supposed to be safe. It’s been probably 20 years since I first heard that declaration, but man, does it still ring true today. We live in a timeline where for many of us, discomfort can be a choice. We can recoil into our own personal echo