Fall 2022//no autumn leaves

Concluding the second year of my Seasonal Mixtape Series, it's finally here: fall 2022//no autumn leaves. You may notice this sounds a lot better than every other tape in the series so far; that is because I switched to a double cassette set format in order to still bring you a thrilling two hour narrative… Continue reading Fall 2022//no autumn leaves

New Salem Witch Hunters Kept Garage Rock Regional and Obscure

I put the Land on the Bandcamp front page again, talking about the self-titled debut album by Cleveland garage rock institution, New Salem Witch Hunters. Crank that shit. Sorry, not sorry, WMMS!!!! It’s also about how it’s really challenging for bands to try to exist in Cleveland, which seems to be a central force in… Continue reading New Salem Witch Hunters Kept Garage Rock Regional and Obscure

Spring 2022//the sputtering chariot of the vernal equinox

Like every seasonal mixtape, Lucy Parsons II has listened to it all the way through many times, been patient while I re-recorded it probably more than any other tape I have made so far (sputtering being a key word for this season), and it has at long last received the lick of approval. It feels… Continue reading Spring 2022//the sputtering chariot of the vernal equinox

Winter 2022//recorded syntax

This mixtape was crafted for my friend and elder whom I am very grateful for in the field of music journalism, Marc Masters. It was interesting to make a winter mixtape for Marc, because he had just officially graduated from winter and moved to Arizona. I was really excited to make a tape for him,… Continue reading Winter 2022//recorded syntax

My Dad is Dead Exemplifies Cleveland’s Punk Spirit

It pleases me to announce that my Mark Edwards Lifetime Achievement article finally hit the Bandcamp front page, that it has Cleveland in the headline and the byline, and that many people since its publication have reached out to let me know how much they enjoyed both the article and the city of Cleveland getting its due and its… Continue reading My Dad is Dead Exemplifies Cleveland’s Punk Spirit