Ci sono date che tornano, silenziose e cariche di significato. Per me, il 10 Aprile è diventata una di quelle date. Un anno fa usciva 26 Rails, il mio doppio album strumentale. Ventisei brani, due parti da tredici ciascuna, zero voci. E probabilmente la cosa più onestamente mia che abbia mai pubblicato. Come nasce un’opera…
(Or: How We Sold Anger in Installments, and Those Who Refused to Sign) 🎵 If you want to listen while you read, here's a playlist of 10 historic songs. Let's start with an uncomfortable truth: protest music isn't dead. It just disguised itself so well that it seemed dead, and we fell for it like…
There's one thing that deserves recognition in contemporary global politics: it's coherent. Consistently mediocre, consistently cynical, consistently governed by people who seem to have emerged from a cross between a reality show and a forensic psychopathology textbook. The beauty—so to speak—is that this time, too, no one lost. Everyone won...
Today Apple turns 50. And I find myself writing this piece with that strange feeling you get when a very old friend—one of those with whom you've argued, reconciled, who has helped you do wonderful things and sometimes disappointed you—blows out the candles on a cake…
Press play on your favorite player, let the music play in the background, and discover with me the genesis of each song. Why an album about Holy Week? We're in the middle of Holy Week (this year Easter falls on April 5th), and there's a motto I've carried with me for years, one I love repeating whenever…
There's a scene in the series Paradise that stopped me in my tracks. Truth be told, it was just a speech. But that "just" is already too much. President Cal Bradford is in a recently completed bunker. In front of him is Samantha "Sinatra," the one who engineered that entire security system—precise, redundant, impervious. He looks at her...
“Oh it's a tap tap world we live in / making up lives cause we're driven / to be more than just the norm / in our imaginations reborn” — 80 Hundred Miles feat. Moly Cat, Tap Tap World (2024) Scroll. The vice that didn't know its name — until a court told it — “What are you looking at…
There's an Italy you never see on television. It doesn't shout on talk shows, it doesn't post angry memes about X, it doesn't comment on Salvini's posts or Schlein's. It doesn't have a uniform. It doesn't have a tribal leader. It does, however, have something much rarer: a functioning brain and a breaking point. The…
There was a time when, to wage war, you needed at least a decent excuse. I'm not talking about absolute morality. I'm talking about criteria. Rules. Even a certain form of intellectual dignity amid horror. The Romans called it bellum iustum—just war—and as much as it seems like an oxymoron thrown in there to torment you, it had a precise meaning. Today...
I've always liked the smell of wet asphalt. It smells like a respite. That evening, however, there was something strange in the air: a hint of metallic ozone, as if lightning had been stuck between the buildings on the outskirts of town and was slowly decaying. I saw it near the highway pylon, slumped against the peeling concrete. At first...
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