bloglike fragments of thought about music, horror movies, books, recurring dreams, burritos of the past, blue öyster cult album tracks, nameless creatures in distant regions unfurling
Blindfold tests, critical archives, fungal finds, urban ruins, and the most comprehensive, wide-ranging and idiosyncratic year-by-year single-listener recorded music accounting on the planet.
Frank Kogan's Substack. I write about music, but that's like saying Elvis sang about cars and trains. My words ride a pterosaur. They're bigger than a Cadillac.