Confessions of a Conservative Atheist
Living proof marijuana doesn't kill brain cells…
Much like music, a great film can exist purely on an emotional level, as a stream of loosely related and structured consciousness that teases us with symbolism, impenetrable to a complete analysis, and yet filled with meaning all the same. Federico Fellini’s 1963 surrealistic fantasy about a film director struggling with his love life and… Continue reading Fellini’s 8½ and whether or not reality matters in either art or life itself
The song exists entirely in the moment, purely for the unrestrained joy of what music can do for you in a single moment. It’s a party in seven minutes, but most classics aren’t built this way. Thankfully, there is no shortage of classic songs in the rock and roll world. The rare tracks that rise… Continue reading Springsteen’s “Rosalita” is the ultimate party song and the rare classic that cannot be overplayed
There’s little doubt the 80s rocked, but sadly both the word “rock,” whether as a noun, verb, adjective, or possible adverb form along with the genre itself fell out of favor in the early 1990s for reasons that remain entirely unexplained - perhaps until now. There’s little doubt the 80s rocked. If the 70s were… Continue reading Greta Van Fleet and the insatiable need to rock
Two geniuses, separated by their respective fields of study, their appearance, manner, and over two hundred years, but both kept detailed notebooks, jotting down their every thought. Beethoven, however, transformed his into hundreds of published works while Da Vinci wrote thousands of pages he kept almost entirely to himself. Few would debate that Leonardo da… Continue reading Beethoven, Da Vinci, and the mysteries of the creative impulse
Confessions of a Conservative Atheist 