fiction and creative non-fiction from Brennan Quenneville
I recently finished reading Michael Chabon's The Mysteries of Pittsburgh which has given me plenty to think about, including a consideration of the roles that women are assigned in male-created art. It'll be a few days before I've pulled my thoughts into order regarding Chabon's work though, so in the meantime - and since we've only just passed Hobbit [...]
I was recently introduced to the music of Hail the Sun. It's fun, it's fast, it shreds. That's really all you need to know. Because I'm old and grumpy and like for the things that I own to have physical form, I pre-ordered their upcoming full-length, Wake, on CD. And then, only a couple of days [...]
When I review books on this site, I'm generally reviewing them for my own sake. I'm making myself write a book report, basically, in the hopes that doing so will force/allow me to dig deeper into a given work and therefore learn something that betters me as a reader/writer/person. I'm the only person who works on [...]
It may be that I've talked music with the Brothers Dye more than I've talked about...anything else with...anyone else. Yeah. That sounds about right. So when I was in the car with Matt over last weekend, we talked about music a lot. A. Lot. And as is often the case, Matt recommended a bunch of ridiculously [...]
Over the weekend I traveled to Chicago with my friends Matt and Brenda in order to attended all three days of the Riot Fest music festival. The whole weekend, held in the Windy City's Humboldt Park, was a strangely segmented affair and trying to turn all of my thoughts from it into one cohesive piece seems not only painfully [...]
I'm a big creative project starter. Songs, stories, blogs, and books (still working on the link for that last one) - at some time or another I've started writing all of them. My goal is to finish these projects. Well, at least some of them. Someday. Maybe tomorrow. No need to rush into anything. In the interim - [...]
After some failed errand-running that involved a hockey girdle, the state of California, and a monkey company (don't ask), I ended up at a Mexican place for lunch. More specifically, a Qdoba. And I think they tried to kill me. Now, let me get a couple things out in the open here. First: Obviously, whatever homicide [...]
I'm a fan of long-form reviews. I think it's kind of crazy that we ask reviewers of books and albums and games to render a verdict in only few days on art that may have taken its creators months or, more likely, years to create. How could you process all of that information, how could you [...]
It's been eight and a half months since Caitlin and I bought our house and, admittedly, we've been very busy in that span: we adopted Jersey, we got married, we painted, and then the basement flooded. The confluence of all those events meant that we haven't had a whole lot of time (or, perhaps more importantly, [...]
How do I know I'm old? Not because another birthday has come and gone and not because I'm married or own a house. Certainly not because I put on a tie every morning (you need not be old for that). No. I know I'm old because I get upset when I'm not allowed to be [...]
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