John Grant-Queen of Denmark

It took three years but I finally found the proper follow-up to Midlake’s The Trials of Van Occupanther in John Grant’s Queen of Denmark. Man, I can’t believe I’d never listened to this album. It’s filled with Midlake’s penchant for creating these wooded landscapes and D&D-lite atmosphere, but since it’s NOT their album the melancholy […]

Achtung!! Kraftwerk and the Wayward Music Lover

I’m not sure if it’s the season or what, but new music isn’t really hitting my ear like I’d want it to. Nothing new has been tickling my fancy. The new Boards of Canada will be coming out next week and I’m very much anticipating its arrival on my front stoop. I also ordered Thieves […]

Just Another Monday

Well, not really. It’s the first Monday of summer break. It’s the sweetest “sleeping in” a kid has in their childhood. That first full week of summer break and that first Monday where you don’t need to wake up to an alarm clock or a parent saying “Get up, dammit! You’re gonna be late!! It’s […]

Field Day: Last Humiliation of the School Year

Today is the last day of school for my kids. My oldest is in 7th grade, so the last day for her will be nostalgic, bittersweet, and filled with overwhelming joy at the thought of sleeping in and staying up late facechatting or talktiming with her friends. But for my two youngest -who are leaving […]

Ice Cream Man

Growing up in a rural area amidst cornfields and lakes in northeast Indiana I didn’t have access to a lot of things kids that grew up in town did. I couldn’t walk to the park. I couldn’t ride my bike to the newsstand and grab a comic book(or the latest copy of Metal Edge and […]

Random Thoughts: Part Two by J. Hubner

I remember one summer I was invited to go to Bible School with Bitey and his older sister. We didn’t go to church at our house. The only time a Hubner entered a church was for a wedding or some sort of dinner after a funeral. Anyways, my mom was tired of my overactive imagination […]

Random Thoughts: Part One by J. Hubner

My earliest memory is sitting in a high chair that seemed to be located in a screened-in porch in a woods or forest. I was being fed something with little cut-up mushrooms in it(green bean casserole? prison food?) by an older woman. I’m thinking it was my great-grandma, or one of my grandma’s sisters that […]