Strange Shapes in the Night

Dedicated to the great American tradition of speaking to the heavens through candy-colored mountains, car-wreck calendars, and junkyard rockets.

“God is an experience,” an old man told me as he reached for another cookie.

Here are the albums I played the most this year, the ones I kept revisiting because they challenged, delighted, and reassured.

The Tannhäuser Gate

Anything worthwhile rests on a knife’s edge, balanced by a paradox that I can only compare to the delicate act of falling asleep.

Slowing down my favorite songs has become a spiritual practice, and I’m here to preach the poetics of pitched-down electronics.

This man was the antichrist. Yes, he was what the end of civilization looked and sounded like.

It’s tempting to classify Death Prom as nostalgia, but it is a haunting.

A few minutes after midnight in the Mojave desert, a preacher appears on a dead radio channel.

The artist’s obsession becomes the listener’s obsession.

Maybe you’ve heard the stories, the baroque theories on late-night radio or the soliloquies of sunburnt men who mutter at the traffic.

His spirit runs through nearly everything we hear today.

A short burst of ruminations and a five-song mix delivered 'round midnight on the 1st and 15th of each month.