I eventually arrived in Texas and drove from the massive Dallas-Fort Worth airport (it’s larger than Manhattan) across the flat plains of northern Texas. The gracefully curving highways were the color of the surrounding earth — a sort of warm beige. After about twenty miles, I turned north on Highway 75 on what might be the mightiest and most awe-inspiring interchange I’ve ever seen. At least five levels of roads are stacked up, all swooping over, under and around each other as if in some mighty concrete mating dance. It’s a truly incredible work, graceful, and of a scale so large that it is impossible to see the whole thing from any one vantage point.

When driving on the upper levels, you are almost completely unaware that you are arcing and swooping and curving in a ballet with all the other vehicles exiting and merging down below. You simply see the curve of the road ahead, and some signs alerting you of approaching merging lanes and future exits. 

David Byrne on the Dallas High Five Interchange

It’s an amazing sight when it first rises above the horizon, but I was more impressed when I initially drove under it on 75, and then on a different trip over it to merge onto 635; it works, unlike so many cloverleafs and insane merges of the east coast highways I’ve endured. It may slow down but thus far it in no way resembles the clusterfucks of the DC beltway or 95 around NYC or pre-, during, or post-big dig Boston.



Sungrazer – “Wild Goose” (by haneater)

So yesterday I worked from home again, being potentially still infectious (and a little run down). Thankfully things seem to be going the way the doctor said they would; she gave me a script for antibiotics but said I shouldn’t fill it unless I got worse instead of better the next couple of days. Given the lack of coughing today, it sounds like I’m not even infectious any more, which is awesome.

And so yesterday I listened to more 2011 releases, but I was sufficiently busy with work/lacking mental energy to do my customary five minute write ups throughout the day. I just saved them all as drafts and figured I’d get to it later.

Sungrazer’s Mirador is an album my buddy Erik passed me. I have a lot of respect for Erik’s taste, despite the fact that each of us likes whole swathes of stuff the other can’t get into. Partly that’s because what we do share tends to be stuff not a lot of people like (the Goslings! Noxagt!), but mostly it’s just because I don’t think that good taste is the same thing as taste that I share. Erik clearly loves the shit out of music and articulates that love well; that’s good taste, in my book.

I don’t actually know whether this comparison is accurate from my limited listening, but what pops in my head when I try to describe Mirador is Kyuss meets Hawkwind. So it’s heavy and sometimes kind of drifty, desert- and space-rock, and the kind of thing that I tend to think of as ‘psychedelic’ despite pretty much hating a lot of actual psychedelia. Listening to it while dragging my sorry ass into the doctor’s office twice on Tuesday (they messed up my appointment time) was one of the most striking and pleasurable first listens I’ve had in a while (since Subrosa, in fact), and the record has completely held up over the next few days. This will probably make my top 20.

Ian does a great job of articulating both our musical Venn Diagram and the appeal of Sungrazer. You best be following him.


Dallas Galleria. This place is huge!! Took me 3 hours to walk around it and I didn’t even go inside all the shops I wanted to. I’ll definitely have to go back sometime.

I haven’t written about my Dallas apartment scouting trip, not because it wasn’t worth mentioning but because I haven’t had the time. I’ve been straight out to the point of lunacy trying to get the move together and don’t want to half-ass it.

However, this picture is too strong a prompt to overlook.

We decided to wander out to the Galleria in order to see one of Dallas’ many, many malls and to get an idea of what traffic was like on the beltway (I don’t even know if they call it a beltway, as it doesn’t go all the way around. Well then, let’s call it “out on I-635”). We dawdled a bit as we entered, poking around in Crate & Barrel or Pottery Barn or something like that (I think it was the former and not the latter, nor something like). When we made our way down to the end of the mall with the skating rink, we noticed there were several police officers on the ice and on the third level where we were. When we started to approach the railing (roughly in front of the Flip Flop Shops in the above picture), an officer yelled at us to stop and back away. This had happened just a few minutes before, while we were loitering in faux antiques. There was a jacket in a puddle of blood on the ice below. The mall itself and the shops never closed, though the ice was not open during our time there.