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  • Jack Rose's Luck in the Valley

    Jack Rose

    Jack Rose died suddenly in December, leaving behind a nice body of work including Kensington Blues, Raag Manifestos, and Two Originals. Noted mostly for his American Primitive solo guitar music, Rose’s previous two records Dr. Ragtime and Pals and Jack Rose and the Black Twig Pickers present a shift to a full-bodied sound featuring other players. Luck in the Valley, released last month as his last album, continues this progression. It is tempting to read the pathos of his death into songs like the excellent “Blues For Percy Danforth”, which sounds closer to his earlier Takoma-inspired work. And in a way, it would be nice to hear more “serious” tracks that can be linked up into some kind of meaning-of-death constellation. For fans with this mindset, Luck in the Valley might be disappointingly happy. But it would be unfair to begrudge Rose’s last album for emphasizing fun and enjoyment over theoretical depth. John Fahey infamously dismissed his earlier work as “cosmic sentimentalism,” a criticism that seems to strike more at the expectations of listeners than the quality of his music. If we move beyond considering Rose’s songs as spiritual mood enhancers, there is a lot of good music to enjoy on Luck. Rose sounds like he was having a good time at the end.  -- Scott Coomes

  • Thump Culture

    Thump Culture

    Described by its creator — talented illustrator Neill Cameron — as "a martial arts rom-com slice of life soap opera," this webcomic is about the lives of the people who run and participate in an alternate universe fight club known as "The Thump." The story, at least the first part of it, aligns itself with the perspective of Catriona, a down-on-her-luck paramedic whose life turns around when she responds to an ad that leads to her becoming The Thump's resident nurse. I like her, because she's spunky and doesn't have inhumanly pneumatic bodily proportions. Equally charming is Alex, who videotapes the fights to later sell on the internet to "a certain kind of teenager that'll lap that shit up." Read the comic, cry when you hit the last page and realize you're all caught up and now have to wait for future installments which might not ever come due to Cameron's being a kickass illustrator who now gets paid for his awesome skills, and then check out Cameron's personal site, which offers a nice peek into his process.  -- Erin Price

  • The Form of Paranoia in All the President's Men

    Woodward and Bernstein

    All the President's Men is rightfully known as the best movie about journalism ever made, but it's most notable for not focusing its paranoia in the form of several nefarious people. The last film in director Alan Pakula's "paranoia trilogy" (which includes Klute and The Parallax View), All the President's Men is notable in the genre for never depicting the agents of paranoia that torments reporters Bob Woodward (Robert Redford) and Carl Bernstein (Dustin Hoffman). Yes, we know them to be agents of the Nixon Administration, but because they're never seen in the movie, it's never clear exactly what constitutes a victory in the fight against corruption. We know that the reporters' lives are in danger, but from whom? The CIA? FBI? Deep Throat says "everybody is involved," after all. Woodward and Bernstein's reports eventually result in the imprisonment and resignation of Nixon and his cronies, yet Pakula downplays it with the perfunctory rattling off of punishments on The Washington Post's press in a manner fitting the lack of closure of lenient punishments for a few solitary figures. The institutional rot went deeper and will persist as long as culprits remain identified. You may not see anyone over your shoulder, but that doesn't mean they're not somewhere.  -- Eric Freeman

From the Vault

Things that died in 2008.

Our president pledged as primary candidate to staunchly defend individual civil liberties and curb the domestic intelligence abuses of the Bush Administration. As the Democratic candidate, he hedged. As president-elect, he made stunning about-faces, notably on immunity for telecommunications companies who cooperated with Bush's illegal requests. Now, as president, he's continued as many of Bush's abuses as he's curtailed. Also, there was a time when John McCain wasn't an unprincipled, dishonorable bigot. He was quite the man, when he was a man. Then came a succubus to hasten his by then inevitable decline.

Northern Exposure

Kevin Hilke

Joel awakens for the first time to the astonishing Alaskan wild

Joel Fleishman of Flushing, admitted to Columbia’s medical school sans funding, applies for scores of scholarships and receives one: the State of Alaska will pay his tuition provided he serve as a physician in Anchorage for four years immediately after graduation. He’s sent instead to Cicely, Alaska, “the jewel of the ‘Alaskan Riviera’”—the existence of which is purely speculative, residing in the imagination of capitalist baron Maurice Minnifield, whose push to develop the backwater is the cause of Joel’s arrival: secluded hamlets soon to be sprawling centers of civilization need doctors. So begins Joshua Brand and John Falsey’s masterpiece Northern Exposure, whose six seasons chronicle Joel’s transformation from arrogant, lovable prick into human being. New York is ever present as potent imagined counterpoint to Joel’s “indentured servitude” to Cicely’s “primitives“: Minnifield, a former astronaut; mayor and tavern owner Holling Vincoeur and his “main squeezeShelly Tambo; orphan auteur Ed Chigliak; ex-con DJ, clergyman and avante-garde artist Chris Stevens; firebrand shopkeeper Ruth-Anne Miller; Grosse Pointe belle turned bush pilot Maggie O’Connell, Joel’s “mutually desirous incompatible“; and the incomparable Marilyn Whirlwind. The series coheres because fantasying of New York is complemented by fantastic plot elements that are both beyond belief and essential to hold the show—and characters, Joel very much includedtogether. Fantasy does not exist in opposition to reality, but actively constitutes it. In other words, Northern Exposure is far more like lived life than TV.  – Kevin Hilke

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