Record Reconstructor

  This week:  When the other shoe drops, bad bosses and good bosses, and a little post-rock taster as a treat. I get nervous when things go well for extended periods of time.  I have a hard time trusting the ongoing passage of days where I am not wrestling with some personal existential crisis, and the longer that goes without disruption the more nervous I get - Catherine and I will have been together for 18 years in two months time, and I still wonder if one day she'll just be gone, either through tragedy or some irreconcilable difference, and what I'd do if that ever happened.  In my lived experience, the other shoe always drops, good times never last, and the best thing you can do when they are with you is enjoy them to the fullest, and keep an eye on the horizon for the oncoming storm. It's been over a year now really since anything truly anxiety-inducing has happened inside my personal life*, and because I had our holiday to Australia firmly in my sights, I miss...

This Week:  Influential albums by black women, a great recommendation, more musical titans pass away and other mad ravings. As particularly narcissistic theories go, this past month has been brewing in my mind a terrible concept;  that somehow, future historians find these writings, one of the few records left after a great cleansing or censoring of all recorded history by right wing authoritarians because it's far too insignificant to bother covering up.  What if the vague allusions to world events I've scattered throughout these articles ends up being one of the few primary sources left in 2355 when historians look back on this time from their habitation bunkers and ask what the hell we were all doing?  If that is true, future historians, let it be recorded that this week, somewhere between the 10th and the 15th of July 2025 is when stuff got really scary.  From Israel and Iran toying around with the big button marked "World War 3" to political activists imita...