Tickets on sale now. Alright I admit that I skipped a week on the blog, things got hectic with getting the Brazil vinyl out the door, plus the constant buzz of "unprecedented" news coming in a slow adrenaline drip seemingly meant to paralyze us into despair or compliance or both, as well as the historical rhetorical of How Did Such Things Happen Back Then having been fully answered, and the quick dawning that American "exceptionalism" has rotted the brains of a good many of u

Spin the wheel. Feeling lucky? I made some updates to the site last week, including a subtle little addition to the top menu called Tip Roulette . It works like a typical digital tip jar you see on a lot of sites, except with "DL;BR Tip Roulette," every fifth donation gets a gift in the mail. It doesn't matter the size nor the frequency of the donation. You might donate a dollar, and if you're the fifth, you might get a vinyl record in the mail that would cost you $30 at the

Wrap it up, son. Of all the years throughout history, 2025 was definitely one of them. Beyond the 50-odd rambling blog posts over Sunday morning coffee every week, there was the Canadian winter cabin retreat through two record-breaking snowstorms and a near-fatal brush with the wendigo in Les Laurentides. There were collabs with friends in Wenches , Calm Bomb Collective , plus the release of Emotions by The Tied Hands . There was the resurfacing of Brazil's lost magnum opus

Two years of writing Death, love, and broken records Every Sunday Tis what tis. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ What I’m reading: The Magnificent Ambersons   ( Booth Tarkington ) What I'm listening to: Rossiter Roa d   (Ahmad Jamal) Join the Substack:

Photo: Szoki Adams on Flickr My car dashboard has been endowed with a lifetime of secrets. The poor thing. There's something freeing about being and feeling far away from the ears and influence of another human being. I like my own space. I like my own company. Something I have always felt in my bones. I don't know why I have this urge. Maybe it's from being misunderstood more often than not. Maybe it's from having grown up in the micro-managed moral environment of evangelica

These are strange days. Before me sits a pile of fifteen cassettes, each one 30-35 years old. (Or more.) Yellowed labels, stuck on as early as the late 1980s, are being removed with mineral spirits and Q-tips. They document the names of sermons with titles like "Baptism - now what?" Spiritual Response to Demonic & Occult," and "Joy." I bought the tapes at auction, anticipating a project like this one would come along - braying old preachers taped over, muzzled for once. Inser

Kinda crazy journey over this last year, what with all the legal maneuvering in getting the masters back, finding old files, and placing our first ever band vinyl order. We'd never done a crowdfunding campaign before, collectively nor individually, and this itself was its own learning curve. But here we are in the final stages of all of this - the artifact is made, funded, and preparing to be widely released upon the earth. As we draw down into this final stage, here are a fe

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Photo by Tracey Moberly, under the M6 near Salford Circus (a portal to the underworld). Lots of extracurricular things going on outside the hubbub of Philosophies and Velocities . DL;BR is nothing if not a collaborative creature. And so, there is another record to announce. This one is not mine but one I contributed to, curated by UK cult artist, trickster, magician, and reluctant retired pop star Bill Drummond . A man who, along with fellow justified and ancient KLF konspira

Hats off to an incredible campaign to raise funds for the Brazil vinyl! To be honest, this is something we've been wanting to do for years, and we are thrilled that people showed up and helped us make this a reality. So now what? Good question, and things are still being thought over, mused upon, and tossed around. Another show? Maybe. A Hostage and the Meaning of Life on vinyl? Not sure (we don't own it). But I do know that for Death, Love & Broken Records , I couldn't imag

But enough about me, why don’t you tell me about your day? Brazil's crowdfunding campaign for "The Philosophy of Velocity" vinyl reissue wraps up this Thursday on Backerkit . This is a final and more fitting close to an album that has somehow always existed as an open browser tab in my mind. An album of unfinished business and what-if. So much life has happened since this record's sunset that I have to think hard to remember the sequence of things in The After: Such as learni

If you haven't heard, Brazil's campaign to release "The Philosophy of Velocity" on vinyl has crossed the line into fully funded territory. 👏👏👏👏👏 We could not have done this without all of your support, and we can't wait to get this beautiful piece of art into your hands.  It's not lost on me that the very first DL;BR catalog release is the last will and testament from the Brazil canon. It's as if one very, very long creative arc has now become a circle. We're getting th

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