Post-war years are always kind of odd. You really don’t know what to do with yourself. You don’t have troops to support, you don’t have an Axis of Evil to hate, and after WWII, you could even stop pretending that you liked your Jewish neighbors, if indeed you were a goyim of little brain and big thoughts bothered you. After The Great War (WWI) we were assumed that we would never have to go to war again ever because that was nasty, stupid, and to all intents and purposes futile. Following The Really Super Smashing War (WWII) we again had the expectation that wars, as we knew them, would blow the entire planet out it’s own ass. Oddly enough, it was this same theory of Mutually Assured Destruction which had led to WWI, but hey, who knows their history these days? But in in46 to 1949, life was kinda interesting: no great depression, no need for a new deal, people had jobs, money, housing and a booming faith in the science that had indeed ended the war in two quick uppercuts. Science itself however had kinda found itself at a loose end. You don’t need atom bombs as much? You don’t need new tanks, new ships, new drugs to keep the baseline troops trooping? It seemed for a brief moment that perhaps we had to have perpetual war, that we had to have an enemy, that we …
Orphans: Larger Wholes, the Wandering Life and Women Dressed as Nuns
Waterhouse
It’s been said that people have just a few basic stories we tell each other over and over, slightly varied: boy loses girl, the soldier goes off to war, the sinner finds redemption, the saint loses his, the lonely drifter finds open road, the prodigal son …
Why? Because we can. And there's not much else we can do, so...
Rev. Dimmer
It seems like everyone and their mom has a great free “music” giveaway, Download.com for example offer y’all a “Dean Martin Christmas" (not that there’s anything wrong with Dean, but Dean plus Xmas = gag), or for what download.com thinks is the “Indie” set, …
There’s something about the solo album that inspires dread: so often the solo effort is a horrible mistake: a mish-mash of pretension, grand-standing and (if you happened to be a member of The Who for example) 100% prime suckage. As such, I approach the new album from …
I was bored on Christmas day (or how I learnt to love the bummers)
Rev. Dimmer
Like many a youngster of my time, I was an indie kid: as in, if it makes “Top of the Pops”, I’m not gonna like it. Half Man Half Buscuit? Yes! Queen? No. Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel? Yes! Yes? No. So when first I heard Saint …
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Post-war years are always kind of odd. You really don’t know what to do with yourself. You don’t have troops to support, you don’t have an Axis of Evil to hate, and after WWII, you could even stop pretending that you liked your Jewish neighbors, if indeed you were a goyim of little brain and big thoughts bothered you. After The Great War (WWI) we were assumed that we would never have to go to war again ever because that was nasty, stupid, and to all intents and purposes futile. Following The Really Super Smashing War (WWII) we again had the expectation that wars, as we knew them, would blow the entire planet out it’s own ass. Oddly enough, it was this same theory of Mutually Assured Destruction which had led to WWI, but hey, who knows their history these days? But in in46 to 1949, life was kinda interesting: no great depression, no need for a new deal, people had jobs, money, housing and a booming faith in the science that had indeed ended the war in two quick uppercuts. Science itself however had kinda found itself at a loose end. You don’t need atom bombs as much? You don’t need new tanks, new ships, new drugs to keep the baseline troops trooping? It seemed for a brief moment that perhaps we had to have perpetual war, that we had to have an enemy, that we …
It’s been said that people have just a few basic stories we tell each other over and over, slightly varied: boy loses girl, the soldier goes off to war, the sinner finds redemption, the saint loses his, the lonely drifter finds open road, the prodigal son …
It seems like everyone and their mom has a great free “music” giveaway, Download.com for example offer y’all a 
There’s something about the solo album that inspires dread: so often the solo effort is a horrible mistake: a mish-mash of pretension, grand-standing and (if you happened to be a member of The Who for example) 100% prime suckage. As such, I approach the new album from …
Like many a youngster of my time, I was an indie kid: as in, if it makes “Top of the Pops”, I’m not gonna like it. Half Man Half Buscuit? Yes! Queen? No. Scraping Foetus Off the Wheel? Yes! Yes? No. So when first I heard Saint …
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