It’s like Jason Lytle saw it coming, more than 17 years ago, as Sophtware Slump trailed off with such a melancholic beauty. Of course we all see it, know it: Mortality is right there, eye-to-eye with us.
Jason Lytle keeps varying his facial hair arrangements, hiding in his apartment from the Modesto, California sun, testing his woman's patience with his addiction to good weed, video games, and oh yeah electronic recording gear ("I wouldn't call it fucking addiction, man"). He scampers between a real studio (in his home) and the bedroom studio, […]
You voted, and we tabulated. Now you can print and clip the top 100 imaginary albums of the year list for your post-holiday-gift-certificate shopping pleasure… The Postal Service, “Give Up” The Shins, “Chutes Too Narrow” Death Cab for Cutie, “Transatlanticism” Radiohead, “Hail To The Thief” Outkast, “Speakerboxxx/The Love Below” The White Stripes, “Elephant” The Long […]