Real Estate :: Atlas

You know I like apathy, discontent, and an overall general malaise in my art fix like the next guy. And a bit of snarky condescension always makes a song go down a bit rougher, yet satisfyingly cold as well. I mean really, wouldn’t you rather have disconnected sarcasm permeating the tunes you pump into your […]

Vinyl is the Monday Cure

Nothing quite like getting home and seeing not one, but two cardboard squares sitting on the front stoop. That’s how I call Monday a winner, folks. Sitting on the front step was a package from Denmark and Brooklyn, New York. El Paraiso dropped off the new Jakob Skott album Amor Fati and Domino Records left […]

Atlas, I Am Not

While I do occasionally support my own little sphere in this great big crazy world, I don’t sport the glutes, pecs, abs, and biceps that our primordial Greek friend did. I am a mere mortal man, attempting to extend his measly life a few more years by working out (semi)regularly. To be alive a smidgen […]