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When John Harvey's watch stops working on the morning of February 3rd, 1987, he has an epiphany. It occurs to him that every personal trauma he is trying to forget has had one thing in common: they all occurred at some point on the face of that very watch. The loss of his job, the death of his child, Zola's suicide, all contained right there in that tiny circle of finite numbers. So he smashes the watch. Problem solved. But when John steps out the door to make his daily trek to the local bar as a man newly freed from the tyrannies of time, he is met by a snowstorm that renders him completely blind, and a walk that should have taken just a few minutes begins to feel like years. Because as John Harvey wanders alone through the snow with no sun nor sign to guide him, the twenty-eight year old misanthrope is confronted by the vivid manifestation of every ghost he has devoted his lonely life to avoiding. In the storm he is forced to finally accept the suffering he has been hiding from. In the storm he is forced to understand that the only thing worse than never truly seeing is never truly being seen. In the storm he is forced, for once, to watch.
As a hopeless and struggling indie rock musician, Ray Goldman's best chance of discovering any beauty and purpose in his dysfunctional life will come only when he ceases to struggle against life itself. Now a 31-year-old guitar player, seeking fulfillment in the wake of a life-altering tragedy while reflecting on the depravity and selfishness that hastened his descent towards it. This story involves the relationship between instability and balance, death and resurrection, perception and reality, but ultimately it is about the endless war waged between our disquieted minds and our noble hearts.
When Luke O’Neil isn’t angry, he’s asleep. When he’s awake, he gives vent to some of the most heartfelt, political and anger-fueled prose to power its way to the public sphere since Hunter S. Thompson smashed a typewriter’s keys. Welcome to Hell World is an unexpurgated selection of Luke O’Neil’s finest rants, near-poetic rhapsodies, and investigatory journalism. Racism, sexism, immigration, unemployment, Marcus Aurelius, opioid addiction, Iraq: all are processed through the O’Neil grinder. He details failings in his own life and in those he observes around him: and the result is a book that is at once intensely confessional and an energetic, unforgettable condemnation of American mores. Welcome to Hell World is, in the author’s words, a “fever dream nightmare of reporting and personal essays from one of the lowest periods in our country in recent memory.” It is also a burning example of some of the best writing you’re likely to read anywhere.
When Jeff Buckley drowned in 1997, the music world was shaken to its foundations, not least because of the echoes of his father Tim's demise. He too had been a brilliant and innovative musician with an extraordinary five-octave voice; and he too had died young, 28 in fact, after an accidental drugs overdose. But there the similarities end. Jeff hardly knew Tim, spending little more than a few weeks with him as a boy. Their careers were very different, Tim releasing eight albums in his lifetime, including the beautiful HappySad and the extraordinary and still out-there Starsailor, while Jeff released just one - the brilliant Grace, generally acknowledged as one of the great albums of the 90s. More than just a biography of two musicians, Dream Brother is the story of what happens when The Business hooks up with The Artist, ultimately to neither's benefit.
'Jeff Buckley was a pure drop in an ocean of noise.' – Bono It was his take on John Cale's cover version of Leonard Cohen's song 'Hallelujah' that made the number famous and his album – Grace – that caused everyone from Led Zeppelin and U2 to Radiohead and Coldplay to look up to Buckley as an illuminating spirit. But who was the man behind the music? Buckley’s many personal letters are revealed for the first time. His struggle with writers block is explored, as is his ongoing battles with the concept of stardom, his desire for escape and the attempts to deal with the unavoidable legacy of his equally gifted father, Tim Buckley. In A Pure Drop, his friends, peers, enemies, lovers and collaborators all speak of the Jeff Buckley they knew, or in some cases, they thought they knew.
Written by prominent UK labour lawyers, this textbook is comprehensive and engaging, with detailed commentary and integrated materials.
This first book on the esteemed decorator and tastemaker, known for beautiful interiors that are replete with tradition, saturated color, elegance, and Southern flair, will inspire and delight readers. Richard Keith Langham’s all-American interiors unite a traditional approach with dashes of whimsy, beautiful tailoring, and an exuberant color palette. In this book, Langham charms and inspires with a selection of city and country projects—waterside estates on Maryland’s Eastern Shore and Florida’s Jupiter Island, gracious country houses in Pennsylvania and Connecticut, a grand townhouse in New Orleans, and city residences in New York, Washington, D.C., and Memphis. Langham conjures hi...
From the comedic minds behind TheHardTimes.net comes the most accurate reporting on punk and hardcore culture in music history Since 2014, The Hard Times has been at the forefront of music journalism, delivering hard-hitting reports and in-depth investigations into the punk and hardcore scene. From their scathing takedown of Kim Jong-un after he appointed himself the new singer of Black Flag to their incisive coverage of a healthy Lars Ulrich being replaced by a hologram, the site has become a trusted source for all things counterculture. Now, in this zine-style "historical retrospective," the writers behind the site reveal their humble roots, documenting The Hard Times' ascension alongside the rise of punk. With original articles from their 'archives' commenting on '70s, '80s, and '90s punk, as well as fan favorites from the aughts onward, this comprehensive examination of the scene will make readers dust off their Doc Martens and creepy crawl their way to the nearest pit.
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