A review of Tame Impala’s Currents (2015) — Call me a loser, but I prefer going to concerts alone. There’s no pressure to entertain company nor am I at the risk of losing them amongst the crowd (though it is tempting to do so at times). Perhaps social situations give me anxiety, but at the end of the…

Feeling my way through the uncanny, weirdly sublime world of the Oakland sculptor — “So, you like to touch weird things?” “I do like to touch weird things.” I arrive at Aggregate Space Gallery in West Oakland on a Wednesday night, nauseous. I’d cancelled my studio visit last weekend with Bay Area artist Alyssa Lempesis because of food poisoning, and my stomach is still…

“Louie”’s Holiday Confusion — and Mine — Louie (New York City) Chopsticks penetrate her eye sockets. Two hollow eyes peer back into his — an invasive, blank stare. Louie has bought a doll for his daughter’s Christmas gift, but after unwrapping the box, he finds her eyeballs missing. They must be somewhere inside her head. Frantically, he…

summer 2016 as i write this, there is a sharp, jolting pain in my head. it lasts about a second. a beat. but it’s enough for me to wince and whisper fuck. i’ve been getting these “ice pick headaches” for the past two days. they’ve been given this appropriate moniker…