I found Future Islands for myself by total accident. The whole thing was serendipitous. I hardly ever watch Letterman. I think that night I tuned in because I had heard Marc Maron, or somebody else, talk about Letterman’s legacy—maybe it was Bill Simmons who said
2014 was a weird year. We traveled to North Dakota (I tweeted a lot), ran half a marathon, played a lot of ping pong, then graduated from Medill. Mike moved to New York, and Tim moved home. Through it all, one thing was constant—music. I saw
I saw this on Reddit the other day and I thought I’d write something about how it seemed like a great idea for ESPN. But I didn’t, because I got distracted by nice weather and enjoying my last few days of having nothing to do.
An ancillary Facebook friend, one I can’t even remember, liked an article on BuzzFeed about books that changed lives. I’m a recovering English major, a journalist and a writer—and still I groaned. It’s such a lazy way of describing what great art can do. Or
Sometimes you just want to listen to rock music. You feel a yearning to listen to the kind of music that clangs in your ears and makes your body move. There isn’t much for me these days. Most of what I listen to is odd and
This article originally appeared on Medium, but we wanted to get some content up here. Imagine being in Mumford & Sons. You formed a band, successfully co-opted another country’s musical history, and managed to produce a Grammy-winning record. You got to play with Bob Dylan