So Monday night was an illustrious night, when an illustrious venue in an illustruious city in the illustrious nation of Europe filled illustriously with illustrious music — Like Whoa. I can’t give away all of “the secrets” here (yet), because PopMatters owns it. That said, here’s the abstract of my forthcoming review:
Stephen Malkmus [...]

Sorry for not having Amsterdam photos (but you can imagine what that might be like). I do, however, have some Copenhagen-related photos in an album here. It was a whirlwind weekend — ended, last night, by a trip to the most “Euro” euro-club ever. The club, RUST (which is not pronounced like [...]

Marx lived in that house in Brussels!
Today I’m going to a little town called Amsterdam, and then I’ll be going to Copenhagen. Smell you later.
Oh, and here’s an EU building:

OK, so the carnival has been in town since I got here (and it’s here until the end of the month), but there aren’t like fairgrounds outside the city. Instead, they just fill up all of the historic plazas (maarkts) with colorful rides and carneys, which is really weird. There isn’t one set [...]

Hey, look, I’m fucking medeival!
Click beyond to see me in the mystical German woods!

I’m here, and it’s sweet. The picture above is the city hall, which has been around for a really long time, and which a friend of mine puked on the steps of. That was pretty sweet.
There will be pictures with me in them, and you will see them when they arrive.

Or is it In The Aeroplane Over The Sea?

See you on the flip side. After a while, crocodile. L8er allig8er. I’m leaving on a jet plane. I’m hopping the pond. I’m never going to run out of cliches.
Skype me if ya need me. And you need me.

Welcome to the DESERT OF THE REAL!

Because sometimes, t-shirts are smarter than poetry.

What happens to a blog entry deferred?
Does it shrivel up and die like so?
— Or praise ranch dressing, like whoa?
Does it grow a thick skin, only listing music?
Or painfully die, because its author’s
a dick? or a guy named “Alec”?
What happens to a blog entry deferred?
Perhaps it spawns this poetic turd.
[This poem uncaged because pictures [...]