One Sentence Album Reviews by Jacob Shelton
Does anybody know what the fuck Rihanna is talking about?
The Roadie by Mr. Rich
So I started being a roadie in the 70’s. I had knack for it.
I was really good and picking amps up. Putting amps down. Plugging shit in.
I toured with Goat Sack, Father Of The Goat, and If You Had A Goat You’d Be Here By Now.
I’m sure you’ve heard of them.
Then in 1974 my buddy said he had a gig for me doin’ shit for a band called Van Hellen.
I had never heard of them.
But the name sounded cool.
Breakfast with Clown TITS
Early morning adventures with California OG graffiti writer "Clown" from TITS crew.
Random Human Dies Nobody Cares By Sean Conforti
At 5:53am this sunny winter morning a random human died. We didn’t bother getting a name because nobody seemed to care about the human prior to death, so we assumed that nobody would care a posteriori. A nurse at the hospital referred to the corpse with male pronouns, so we assume that the human was male. However, dead now, the human has become gender neutral, in so far as compost cannot be assigned gender in the English language. The French word for compost is masculine, both a noun and a verb. It is yet to be determined if this is relevant.
Science of the Swipe By Grubman
Mobile dating apps, while still in their infancy, have taken over the hearts, minds and fingers of almost everyone lucky enough to possess a smart device. Countless hours spent mining the minuta of potential partners, the details of datability, the chemistry, the compatibility, the instinct, the emotion. So many possibilities, so many paths to choose. One after another after another, in rapid fire, with little time to decode each decision. As quick as each flick may be, however, there is most certainly a science, if not an art, to the all-powerful, all-knowing swipe.
One Sentence Album Reviews by Jacob Shelton
Tamaryn - Cranekiss - Kemado Records/Mexican Summer
At least we finally know what that Demi Lovato shoe gaze album would sound like.
VHS and Vodka Presents: Crack House (1989)
This being my first official “VHS and Vodka” article I knew I wanted it to be special. For those of you who haven’t been in my bedroom, imagine leatherface’s room with the chicken bones and severed female body parts but there’s also around 700 VHS tapes stacked in the corners like a hoarder with really good taste. So I went through my collection in search of something with explosive potential that I hadn’t seen yet. I came across Crack House.
One Sentence Album Reviews by Jacob Shelton
Alessia Cara - Know-It-All - Def Jam Recordings
The perfect soundtrack to committing suicide in a Target bathroom.
Dear Time Magazine,
Dear Time Magazine,
Please hear my case.
When all logic escapes out the window what do you do?
Everyone has had that moment where you open a drawer and what you are looking for isn’t there. Or your phone or keys aren’t where you left them. But we accept these things. But what about when your significant other morphs into an 8 foot tall monster with 4 arms and 2 mouths?