Autobiography

When I was a Junior in high school I was called a racist. I was sitting in the bleachers of my high school's gymnasium watching a Sophomore boys basketball game. The Holdrege Dusters' 10th graders were playing the Axtell Wildcats' Junior Varsity. While both teams were warming up, I was informed that two of Axtell's players were German foreign exchange students (they both had striking, blond hair). The game commenced and progressed. After some time, Axtell's team was severely behind and the game seemed to be in the Dusters' hands. With sheepish stares, the two German foreign exchange students sat at the end of the Wildcats' bench. I turned to a friend and stated, "They should put in the Germans." A girl sitting in front of me turned and said, "You're a racist, that was incredibly inappropriate," to which I replied, "Inappropriate? They're from Germany, aren't they?"

A Movie Based on a David Foster Wallace Book?

Who knew Jim from The Office was into that sort of thing.

Accepting

Fall.

One step closer to

this,

Blow your hair back here.

This does not make me swoon

Apparently Ben Gibbard (Death Cab for Cutie & The Postal Service) and Jay Farrar (Son Volt & Uncle Tupelo) are collaborating to create an album dedicated to Jack Kerouac, the lyrics of which being taken from Kerouac's novel Big Su. Read about it here. This, to me, is about the most drab, banal tribute possibly ever constructed.

Now to preface, I'm not the biggest Kerouac fan, although I sort of have to be an admirer of his for his accomplishments, but that's an entirely different conversation. That being said, from what I've read, Kerouac was an intellectual giant, an undeniable presence who, regardless of your feelings about his work, created work that was astonishingly new; It was the impetus, it was the vanguard, at least to a certain extent. Now, no offense to the two collaborators, but they're hardly Kerouac, and I'd venture to guess they would be the first to admit that. But to salvage words from a novel written in 1962 and juxtapose them against some of the most trite pop music being created today (as evidenced here) seems, if nothing else, a bit off.

I understand their desire to embody the feeling and presence of a man they obviously admire, but fulfilling that embodiment here goes only half way; the half which Kerouac realized himself with the words from Big Su. These songs will not embody Kerouac's philosophies/feelings/presence, if anything they will only attempt to diminish them. Luckily for Kerouac and those of us who have a respect for the new, these songs will likely only ping off the legitimacy of Kerouac's work. Maybe the album will be played in Urban Outfitters the next time I'm buying a pair of wayfarer sunglasses. That's my embodiment. I'm no Kerouac either.

The Devil

played by Tom Waits. I'm into it.

I Stumbled Upon Myself

I searched, "'Kyle Crawford' + Nebraska" on Google's News Archive search option and found a picture that I'm sure will interest those of you who know me. I was young, naive, a democrat, and an avid listener of mediocre indie-rock. Here I am registering people to vote. Yes that is my hair (on a tame day).



You have no idea how rare photos of me during this period of my life are. I could head-bang the shit out of that hair. (me on the right)