My old friend Dana first played Luna’s “Lunapark” for me in her suburban bedroom in the early 90s; we sat cross-legged on her crunchy green carpet listening along, rapt, to the slithering bass and warbly guitars. Dana and I couldn’t have been more opposite. Pictures of us from high school are a study in contrasts: [...]

An acquaintance of mine complained recently of her job in publishing. She didn’t like that she pushed paper around all day. She often turned to the Internet for solace, though whether it was solace from all that barky paper or a general recharging of the spirit, I’m not sure. It seems like a crap job, [...]