I think this is the first co-byline in Dusted's 22 years. Margaret wrote the bones, but I filled in the gaps of what it was like on the ground. That's also my (low-quality) photo.
Photo by Patrick Masterson Bill Callahan - Keep Some Steady Friends Around One could argue a bit of malleability, some openness to interpretation, is a hallmark of any decent song, but Bill...
Margaret wrote the bones of it, but I added the first-hand stuff since I went to that one, too (along with Bill).
I've had "The Origin of the Brunists" and "Going for a Beer" on my to-read pile forever. Good motivation here to bump one of them up in the queue.
It's incredible to me that Drake is basically classic rock and still works in a bar for Gen Z in late 2024. That's an indictment.
That multiple Fat Bear Week winner 480 Otis has somehow managed to disappear amid the Katmai forests is pure poetry. A tyrant of the river in life, a myth without death beyond it. King.
Extra innings, baby. This is the ultimate Sox team.
The season's first good hot chocolate day
A friend described cardinals as life's flying exclamation marks in a poem once 20 years ago and I think I've been on this same path as a result ever since.
Also plays classical piano and produces. Name's John Bitoy, as I found out on the other end of this flight waiting for a bus.
"I've been trying to record a sub-10 today," says the guy who's repeatedly solving his Rubik's Cube in seconds, faster than I've ever witnessed in person