February Fried

Spring Snow [excerpt] by William Matthews And here comes snow, a language in which no word is ever repeated, love is impossible, and remorse. . . . Yet childhood doesn’t end, but accumulates, each memory knit to the next, and the fields become one field. If to die is to lose all detail, then death…

I’m high on Loma

Loma – Joy I love Shearwater for many reasons – here are 3 – 1) They made one of my favourite records ever – “Jet Plane and Oxbow”, it got 7.5 on Pitchfork but what the fuck do they know? It got 10 SWITS out of 10 on SWIT. In fact, we thought about ramping…