Present Post-Punk: Funerelles

I would submit that Post Punk... has never ended. Rather, it has intensified... but somehow it is still looking for something beautiful.

Who’s Flying This Thing?

Ghost Writer sits down with the master of sound himself, Bob Hoag, inside Flying Blanket Studios, and asks... why leave Phoenix?

Confronting Nietzsche, Embracing Hamlet, & The Great Cosmic Joke

Perhaps, with enough common history, trust, and raw guts, people can truly communicate with candor about the power of music.