With only smooth red hills silhouetted against piercing blue skies, the landscape is so alien, I wouldn’t be surprised to see the Mars rover tooling along beside us. As we step out of the car and into the cold, whistling wind to pose for photographs before the silver domes glinting in ...
Looking back at my Kindergarten thru college experience, one thing definitely stood out, which is that I have always had a gift and passion for writing (in case it wasn’t abundantly obvious by the archives on this blog haha). Reading comprehension has *never* been my strong suit or passio...
The song is slow and sad—a dirge set to a 4/4 beat, basically, with Welch's wraithlike vocals twined into trembling braids. It's rough around the edges, and the multi-tracking occasionally makes her voice seem out of tune with itself. As the song draws to a close, a piercing, rin...